Yana Mozorova: An Assassin Ready For A Good Time

PERSONAL DATA

• Age: 29

• Height: 5 ft 9 in

• Weight: 144 lbs

• Eyes: Blue

• Hair: Platinum Blonde

• Cup Size: 34H

• Species: Human

• Orientation: Straight

• Languages: Russian, German, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, Italian, English, Vietnamese

• Family: None

• Education: Classified

• Occupation: KGB Assassin

• Traits: Detached, Seductive, Incisive, Competitive, Adaptable

• Likes: Drinking, Grappling, Opera Concerts, Cigars, Cleaning Rifles, Steak

• Dislikes: Western Films, Hot Weather, Desk Work, Sweets, Quiet Rooms

• Favorite Position: Face Sitting

YANA ALINA MOROZOVA

Shortly after the defeat of the Axis Powers, a Soviet military general arrived at the 7th Leningrad orphanage. He was the first person Yana had ever seen not completely coated in dirt and grime. His chest was adorned with medals, and he was accompanied by a small party of soldiers. He instructed the children to line up, then stood a few paces away, whispering to an officer as he pointed at specific, seemingly random orphans. Within a few minutes, Yana and seventeen other five-year-olds were loaded onto a truck and carted away. The children were taken to a vast but deceptively worn-down training compound in the Siberian wilderness, and each was placed in a room with assigned bunk mates. There were hundreds of them from orphanages across the Soviet Union. They were to become the nation's best and brightest, the deadliest and most proficient tools in the nation's arsenal. They were to become infiltrators, assassins, and spies. The courses and physical training were cutthroat. Yana struggled to keep up with her peers. She was smaller than the other kids and had difficulties with her studies, as she could barely read. She was falling behind at an alarming rate and began to attract negative attention from her instructors. However, one night, Yana was awakened by Mila, her bunkmate, and pulled into the bathroom. Mila had stolen a study guide for her, and that night, she helped Yana understand the concepts she had been struggling with. It was the first act of kindness Yana had ever experienced. From that night forward, they engaged in clandestine study sessions, finally giving Yana a chance to catch up and excel in her courses. As the years passed, Yana and Mila grew inseparable. Mila was a sister to her, sharing funny stories and dreams with Yana during meals and between training blocks. They studied and practiced together every day, fostering a fragment of warmth in the cold, unforgiving environment of the compound. However, as they spent time together, Yana couldn't help but notice that Mila always seemed one step ahead. She always seemed to have the best equipment, the best books—some of which were not standard issue, but Yana brushed it off thinking nothing of it. Mila was older; it was possible she had access to privileges not allowed for younger members of the compound. As the children of the compound grew into young adults, their lessons became more closely tailored to their skill sets and genders. Women were taught lessons in seduction, learning how to manipulate and control their targets through their sexual appeal, while the men were trained in direct combat and more covert infiltration techniques. During this period, Yana began to come into her own and understand her strengths and weaknesses. She wasn't the strongest or the smartest, but she was quick and patient, and with her natural looks, platinum hair, and striking blue eyes, she had learned how to distract her opponents—charming them to soften their defenses enough for a deadly strike. Watching her perform, her officers awarded her the alias "Snezhnaya Gadyuka", Snow Viper. Graduation neared, and for once, the compound was a bright and sunny place as each student eagerly anticipated where they would be posted and how their work would benefit the motherland. That night, Yana awoke to the sound of gunfire and screaming. She was ripped from her bunk by one of the compound's commanding officers and dragged out into the snow. She was thrown onto the icy ground. It was stained red, and she was surrounded by bodies. Yana recognized some of them. Smeared writing adorned their foreheads but she couldn't decipher it in the darkness. Polished boots approached her, and a hand reached down to lift her from the ground. His chest was covered in medals. It was the general from her orphanage. He pointed at the ground to the left of Yana, where a small body was kneeling in the snow, their face obscured by a cover. The general stepped forward and removed the hood. Mila. There was writing on her forehead: "predatel", traitor. Yana recoiled, slipping on the ice. "Americans. Smuggling in equipment and Western lies." he said, placing a Makarov in Yana's palm. "Choose." With tears in her eyes, Yana gritted her teeth, raising the sidearm. Mila looked up at her. She wasn't crying. She was smiling. She was just happy it was her. Yana's mind raced. She knew what this was. This was her final test. This was graduation. Yana screamed, pulling the trigger. At last she was ready. She was a loyal killer.