Meet Franklin Bartholomew Innis, fourth generation law man.

His father is a fully decorated agent in the FBI for going above and beyond the call of duty, while being exemplary in portraying the FBI’s motto: fidelity, bravery and integrity.

His mother, Madge, stay-at-home-mom extraordinaire, aka , Madge with a badge, ‘cause she keeps all her family in line while her husband battles evil.

His Parents thought it would be fitting to gift Franklin with the acronym FBI. You know, to ensure his fate in the bureau. The kids at school made other plans for Frank the future fourth generation law man. He became Beans and Frank, Frankenstein, and Frank the skank. Children have no respect for the federal bureau of investigation.

Frank possessed a good sense of humor and a genuine love of life. At an early age he was exposed to many cultures and languages and picked them up fast thanks to the lifestyle of his family. Out of all the languages he conquered Frank loved Russian best. English became his second language. French became his third, German-fourth, Arabic - fifth and so on. Beans and Frank became a master linguist. Aint that a gas?

College came and went as expected. He excelled in languages while falling deeper in love with the Russian culture. Frankenstein played goalie for his college hockey team and could have been a contender for the NHL, but he was named Franklin Bartholomew Innis, not Norman Henry Landon. So he skated off to his future as a law man.

The years flew by in the bureau and it was no surprise Frank made it to the top. His expertise in languages kept him travelling the globe and becoming a key member on high profile cases. Espionage, terrorism and government upheavals took up most of his time so he remained single. He wanted to think of himself as James bond, but his imagination wasn’t that good.

It was a gloomy day when Commander Certitude called him into the center of operations. The news was unpleasant. Frank was to return to the states immediately for his new post overseeing domestic affairs. His new crime fighting life entailed cyber crime, sports bribery, and white collar crimes.

State side crime fighting was a low blow to Frank. He was disgusted with the new breed of criminals. The greed of anti-trust criminals who mingled with top ranking government officials, criminals who committed hate crimes in the name of religions, on-line predators lured children to their deaths both physically and emotionally, and spoiled sports stars attempting immortality with illegal drugs ensuring admittance into the record books…they finally did him in.

He quit.

Frank’s disillusionment moved him to a rural area near a little border town in north east Washington where he could live his life in peace. There was only one problem. He was broke. As a crime fighter he was the best. When it came to controlling finances, he was the worst. Frank the skank needed a plan.

The cold war introduced Frank to some formidable criminals whom he battled but also admired. Their fight was protecting their country, preserving life as they knew it. In his mind they held integrity. While it was his job to capture and imprison them on behalf of his country he still admired them. Now, is the time to put his knowledge, love and passion for all things Russian to the test.

He connected with an old comrade. They held a mutual admiration for each other. Brothers from another mother: Mother Russia/Mother USA. Frank took a job as a border patrolman and in exchange for a certain monetary amount and a traditional Russian bride he would help his brother with his plans. He didn’t feel his new life was wrong. After all the criminals he invited into the country had honor.

Life was good for Frank and his bride Tatyana. His work hours were minimal which left him time to pursue fly fishing, hunting and loving his wife. She was more than he ever imagined his wife would be. She gardened and with the harvest she cooked, baked and canned the food. The house was warm and clean at all times. She sewed, she farmed and she never complained. Her devotion for Frank was unrivaled. His needs came first and he repaid her with unconditional love.

One day when Frank came home from work he realized how quiet and cold the house was. He called out for Tatyana but she was not there. He panicked. Then he found the note.

Dear Frank,

I’m sorry to leave you, but I can’t be your wife anymore. My dream as an American wife is different from yours. I want more than my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother had. I want freedom. You are a good husband and if I still lived in Russia I would be a princess. We are in America Frank, land of the free, where anyone can do or be anything. Thank you for the gift you gave me. I wish you well.

Love, Tatyana

When Frank got over his shock he raged. And raged. He trashed the house then went into the woods and shot anything that got in his way. When he regained composure he went home. Franklin Bartholomew Innis, fourth generation law man was on a mission to find his wife.

FBI found his wife in no time. It seems his brother from another mother came for Tatyana and they were living in the Florida Keys. Tatyana worked as a hotel maid while her lover lay around the house. When he wasn’t drunk he was pissed. America didn’t embrace him.

One summer afternoon while his brother was passed out from his new friend Johnny Walker, Frank slipped in and slit his throat. When Tatyana came home and found the body she screamed, cried, and then called Frank. He was thereby her side in no time. She never questioned how he arrived so fast.

The following Christmas Frank invited his folks to the farm. Madge the badge and Tatyana became instant friends. They both loved Frank and they introduced each other to different ways of being a wife. Nine months later Tatyana learned how to be a mother. America and Russia combined their best qualities in the form of a beautiful baby girl named Feodora Bohdana Innis.