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You were quietly sipping a double vodka martini (stirred, not shaken) with a twist of Persian lime peel in the lobby of the Bangkok Hilton when you overheard two KGB employees discussing an encoded message which was giving fits to their superiors. The message was the key to a fortune in valuable computer data, but so far all the cryptologists in the Ukraine couldn't put the puzzle together again. Slavic security being what it is, each component of the message was kept on a separate floor of the diplomatic mission in Pyongyang.
It didn't take long to figure that the person who could assemble the parts of the puzzle and then solve it would not have to work another day in his or her life. And you, of course, had been getting progressively more bored with the life of spy-for-hire. Perhaps retirement awaited...