Starikova Valeriya Leonidovna was a forced prostitute by her father, Vladimir. When he died, she was taken back to her homeland of Saint Petersburg, Russia. She loved her father even with all the things he put her through. His dying wish ruined her...
Somebody's knocking. They're pounding on the door repeatedly, getting me to the point of ripping my hair from my scalp. "ALRIGHT. I HEAR YOU, JUST WAIT ONE SECOND. Мудак(asshole)" I shout with all my energy. My robe is hanging on the corner of my door, the same place it always sits. The silky satin chills my skin. The lace falls to the floor almost magically. My dad got me this for Christmas a few years ago. I miss him so much. "Тренировочное время?" (Is it training time?) The guard opens the door, already tired of my daily questions. "да будьте готовы"(Yes, get ready.) I glance down at my watch and realize I'm gonna be late. Can't make the big man upset.. again. "дерьмо" (shit.) I say under my breath, as the guard is watching me impatiently. Running into my room, I trip on a bullet. That's unusual. "Snap out of it. You don't have time to waste." He says behind me in a thick Russian accent. I still don't know his name, but boss says it's better if I don't know anybody. That way I don't grow fond of them when they die. There's a new guard every week it feels like. Where do they even get these guys? I slide on my socks, along with my pants and my shirt that's two sizes too small in one fluid motion. My hair has to be pulled back as tight as possible so they have nothing imaginable as an advantage.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
However, mine is so short I can't do much. But they have less to grab. I've only learnt enough Russian to could communicate with people here. Do I have any idea what continent I'm even on? Nope. But they're constantly speaking Russian so I had only a few options. Mine is very broken but it gets the job done. On one of the missions I got a book that says "Russian for idiots". Must be me.
