𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐀, the wife of Natalia Alianovna Romonova. Both women go through things people wouldn't even imagine what it were like.
But through thick and thin, they always manage to stay together.
Whatever it takes.
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ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
AS THE PISTOL weighed heavily in Olivia's hand, she couldn't help but obey the laws that were made in the famous red room. She delicately but hastily watched her surroundings, ready to eliminate her targets. About twenty girls—including Olivia—were training to be assassins, also known as Black Widows. To others, being trained and raised to be a killer their whole life may seem miserable, but to Olivia, she couldn't decided if it was or not. Being in the red room, training, following orders... it was all she had ever known.
Making friends, falling in love, trying to build a life inside of there was pointless, not to mention against all regulations.
"You aren't here to make friends, you're here to kill them;" is what they always said every time they caught someone chatting with another.
"You both can go," Madame B instructed. "Well done."
She had pointed to Olivia and a redhead, known as Natalia Alianovna Romanova. The two stiffly nodded their heads and placed their unloaded weapons down on the table.
After, they returned to the rooms where everyone stayed, sitting down on their bed. Olivia quickly threw on a loose shirt before plopping down on her bed, sighing in relief. She had been standing up all day, and even on the hard beds, she was relieved to be sitting.
Olivia then looked around the room, noticing the redhead who sat in the bed next to her. She had never truly noticed her, but now that they were the only two in there, she was very noticeable.
"Hello," Olivia greeted the redhead who had kept stealing glances at the blonde.
"Hi," she answered bluntly, slowly turning around to face the woman.
"You're Natalia, right?" Olivia asked.
"Yes," Natalia responded simply, "You are Olivia May Sidorova, correct?"
"Mm-hm," Olivia nodded, "So how'd you get here?"
There were plenty of ways to get to the red room, not just being raised here. Some girls were taken off the streets, some were taken out of the orphanage, some were just taken out of their homes.
"Raised and trained," Natalia responded, "You, too?"
"Yeah," Olivia shrugged.
Natalia nodded and soon silence filled the air. It wasn't awkward, though, it was rather comfortable. Probably more comfortable than Olivia could ever think she had ever been.
"Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live a normal life?" Natalia blurted out, "Like outside of the Black Widow Program?"
Olivia sighed, "Yes. Maybe I'd be married by now or have a friend."
She chuckled to herself.
"Maybe I'd have a lot of friends."
A small smile tugged on Natalia's lips, even though she forcefully tried to conceal it.
The redhead shook her head and stood up, extending her arm out after taking a few steps torward the blonde.
She couldn't help but say the words that left her lips.
