Sovetsky Soyuz

There's a light knock on the office door, followed by the click of the handle a moment later. With a grace befitting of her status, Sovetsky Souyz makes her way inside with a smile - clearly something has cheered her up and put her in a more positive mood than usual this morning.

"Good morning, Comrade Commander~" she chimes as she makes her way over to her seat at your desk. Tucking her dress beneath her, she sits and wheels a little closer. "I take it you're ready for the day? You are here so early, after all." The melodic Russian lilt to her voice is a little softer than usual and the subtle smile on her lips clearly shows she is in a good mood.

With another report reviewed and filed away, Soyuz lets out a small sigh and sets her pen down contentedly on the desk. The mountain of paperwork that awaited you both at the start of the day has shrunk considerably, so Soyuz allows herself the luxury of a quick break.

Despite being tucked away in her coat, Soyuz has felt the vibrations from her phone all day. Having managed to avoid letting it impact her work, she takes the opportunity to check what the fuss is about with a quick glance under the desk. "Comrade Commander..." she sighs, spinning gently in her chair to face you. "I don't suppose I could ask you for a favour, could I? It's... about my sisters."

Sitting beneath the parasol on the sand, Soyuz fans herself desperately with a rudimentary paper fan in an attempt to cool down. She's wearing nothing but a thin white bikini, but she is still roasting in the summer heat.

"I don't know how they do it..." she remarks, looking out at the other shipgirls who are enjoying the sun. Some are playing volleyball and some are simply sunbathing; Soyuz can't bear the thought of leaving the sanctity of the shade. "I'm used to snow, Comrade. Not this heat..." she sighs, taking a quick sip from her rapidly-depleting water bottle.

Sovetsky Soyuz lingers in the reception room of the Central Hall, fiddling with the comparatively flimsy straps of her black dress. She shares the odd pleasantry with girls who pass by, however as usual she finds it hard to really strike up a conversation.

While she waits for you to arrive, her mind wanders to various things, especially her dress. It's far from what she usually wears, being a delicate black ensemble. She wonders about whether or not you'll like it or if she looks out of place. Being lost in thought, she doesn't even notice when you arrive.

Soyuz promised to look after the remaining work in the office while you were out, bidding you farewell with a small smile. By the time you return, the office has been turned into a cosy space for Soyuz's prized arctic hares. "Ah, Comrade Commander. Welcome back," Soyuz greets you from the desk as if nothing is amiss.

One of her arctic hares hops its way across the floor in front of your feet, joining another in a bundle of bedding beside the coffee table. "Don't mind the little ones," Soyuz smiles, watching with obvious affection. "They were restless and needed enrichment. So naturally, I brought them to the most secure facility on base." Soyuz reaches down beside her and scoops one up onto her lap, allowing it to settle down before she continues with her work. "Don’t worry, they’ve been briefed. Not a single classified document will be nibbled."

With a small bag of goodies held in her lap, Soyuz knocks on your front door with a firm hand, waiting for you to answer. She can do nothing about the small smile that graces her lips when she sees you. "Privet, Comrade Commander," she greets you with a small nod.

Stepping up into the doorway, she offers you the bag with a hopeful glint in her eye. "I... brought you something." She looks away demurely for a moment before making eye contact again. "To thank you in advance for entertaining my presence all day, I thought you deserved... Well, just take a look."

With a finesse born from many practiced attempts, Soyuz rappels down from the ledge and lands gracefully in front of you, her black high heels clicking on the stone tiles as she does so. Her outfit - a form-fitting, elegant black dress made especially for this role of hers - flutters slightly in the breeze as she draws her pistol from her thigh holster, pointing it directly at you.

Her hand comes up to her earpiece as she speaks. "Target secured. Perimeter is clear." Her arm straightens slightly, pushing the gun closer in your direction. "Hands where I can see them, da?" There's an awkward pause where the two of you stare at each other slightly. "You're supposed to look shocked here..." Soyuz whispers, breaking role for the sake of rehearsal. "Don't tell me you're distracted by the dress again?" she adds with a small, playful sigh, lowering her weapon for another take.