"Name?" "Irene Bae." "Age?" "27"   The police officer laughs.   "Kids these days lie a lot," said the police.   Irene, the snatcher, takes something from her pocket and hits the table really hard with her hand.   She leaves her identification card on the table.   "You sure look a whole lot younger..." said the police.   "Ms. Son, is this your bag," asked one police officer who just came.   "Yes, it is! Where did you find it," asked Wendy.   "A security guard at the nearby bank told us it was left by a snatcher he was coming after, so he took it and waited for the owner to claim it back," he answered.   "I see. Thank you so much, sir," Wendy bows.   "What are you planning to do with her," asked the police officer who was interviewing Irene.   "Her?" Wendy stares at Irene.   Irene shakes her head as a sign for Wendy to do nothing to her.   "Put her to jail. She might steal more bags," said Wendy.   "No! Please, don't! My sick sister is waiting for me to come home! She has no one else but me! Please let me go," Irene pleaded.   "I've heard that a million times," said the police.   Wendy sighs.   "Stop it," said Wendy.   "I will do everything for you! Just please let me go this time," said Irene.   "What can you even do for me?"   "Are you single?"   Wendy nods.   "Then..." Irene stood up and whispered into Wendy's ear, "I can be your wife."   Wendy steps back with a very shocked face.   "What are you talking about?!" Wendy frowned.   "I may just be a little girl to you, but I'm actually a woman who does it all very well," Irene boasted.   "Does everything well except for running, huh? You were pretty slow," Wendy .   "Stop it! I'm serious. I'm willing to serve you. Let's make a contract. I will be your wife for a week. If I don't do t