[b]*Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz![/b] Immediately, the red headed Russian woman was jarred awake by the buzzing of her alarm clock, her eyes flickering open and a hand shooting forth to silence it. Some wake-up call that was she thought. She glanced about, bleary eyed for a moment from her rude awakening, allowing her vision to adjust with a few sporadic blinks of her emerald greens. She stretched and released from her lungs a rather...silent yawn, merely miming the action with a breath of air exhaled, but no voice to accompany such. That might've been a perk to the young and stunningly beautiful woman who laid next to her, the covers of their bed immodestly covering her, and more or less accentuating her lovely figure, her subtle curvature, only clothed in a slightly frayed black tank top and a pair of panties to match, her auburn locks of voluminous hair tousled about from what the Russian presumed...was a wonderful night of rest. She could lay there for hours and admire the woman to her side, but as it was by that sound, she had work to do. Anna leaned forward ever so carefully to Veronika's lovely slumbering face and left one last parting kiss upon her tender cheek before straggling out of bed, the light touch of her lips eliciting a hushed, incoherent whisper from the girl, gently turning over and greeting Anna with a soft, sleepy smile, those amber colored eyes she adored so much gazing at her longingly, [color=f49ac2]"You're leaving so soon?"[/color] A sigh exhaled, Anna nodded and struck her pajamas, consisting only of an old faded Iron Maiden T, a few holes and tears here and there, and slipped on her black training bra while sitting beside the bed. [color=9e0039][i]"The boss wanted me to come in early. Said it was urgent."[/i][/color] She signed. Veronika sighed, her arms encircling the red head from behind, a tender embrace with her lips leaving tender, little kisses up and down the back of Anna's neck. [color=f49ac2]"Baby, don't go..."[/color] The brunette begged her, not even budging once to let Anna free. [color=f49ac2]"Just call in, tell them you're sick."[/color] Anna sighed again, a soft smile and a kiss on those beautiful, supple lips as she turned to face her beloved, singing in reply, [color=9e0039][i]"Babe, you know I can't call in. I'll get fired and we'll be on the streets. I promise, if I make it home early enough, I will spend every minute with you."[/i][/color] Oh, that smirk of Veronika's told her everything, Anna blushing slightly as the girl kissed her again, a bit deeper than before. [color=f49ac2]"You better, you little devil, or I'll kick your ass."[/color] She purred in Anna's ear, a tiny, playful nip. [color=f49ac2]"I love you."[/color] Veronika sighed. Anna kissed her once more. [color=9e0039][i]"I love you too."[/i][/color] She stood from the bed and got dressed, reluctant to leave the embrace of her sweetheart, donning a pair of charcoal gray skinny jeans and pulling on her Demonia Disorder combat boots, then a tight fitting black t-shirt and her leather jacket. Veronika, she was the only person Anna ever showed any love to, which is why as she left their appartment, one last look into those lovely amber eyes staring back at her, it hurt her, like a knife heated under an intense flame, then jabbed straight through her heart. To the naive brunette's knowledge, Anna had found a job a few months ago as a courier, just a good paying career shuttling packages everywhere around the city. Never once had she suspected she was sleeping with a ruthless, cold blooded killer who was indebted to the [i]Bratva[/i]. And of course....Anna didn't want to think of what would happen...should her deadly secret be revealed.... ------------------A FEW HOURS LATER------------------------------------------ It was just as she promised it would be, quick, painless, efficient, but not without an ample amount of blood shed, just a little droplet that she swept away with the palm of her hand from the cherry wood desk and positioned the body against its hard frame, so that it appeared less of a corpse. The assassin then pulled her knife out of the body of the man dressed in an expensive business suit and whipped out her cellphone pulling up a number. [i][color=9e0039]"It's done."[/color][/i] She texted and stuffed her phone into her jacket after such a curt reply, exiting the office without a single trace of her existence. He would seem to his fellow employees as if he was just sleeping, nursing a hangover after a rowdy night of whores and intoxication, the stench of hard liquor still lingering on his suit, even after Anna had put his miserable life to an end. Sympathy, none she had for the crooked fiend. His death...was well deserved. After leaving the skyscraper unnoticed, Anna carefully made her way over to a disclosed location a few blocks away, where awaiting her was her getaway, a sharp, black motorcycle, a recent model. She straddled it hastily, about to pull on her helmet, but then her phone went off, a text. Her stomach nearly dropped upon reading it, such an urgent call to action. They were coming....men, bloodthirsty men, coming to start shit with Ivolgin and his boys. No time to waste then. The motorcycle roared out of the alley and onto the highway at breakneck speed. Something was about to go down, and hard too. The engines revved louder, the wind screaming past her, bobbing and weaving through slightly thick traffic.