'Agent'

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes trying to adjust them to the dark. I had a strong headache. I looked at the right side of me and there was a man sleeping. I turned my head with difficulty to the left and tried to reach the vodka bottle that was on the floor. Classic, Russian drink. My favourite. I grabbed the bottle which was almost empty and took a big sip, felt the sweet burning inside my mouth and smiled. I checked the time on my phone. I laid back, I had some more time. I remember going out last night for a drink, ended up here, next to someone whose name I do not remember. Not that I care.

I got up slowly and picked up my clothes from the floor. Sat on the bed and put my boots on as well. My gun was on the bed table. I put it inside the inner pocket of my leather jacket and stood up. I was feeling dizzy so I got myself some water. I drank quickly and looked outside. The sky was somewhat blue, something rare for this town, most of the times it's cloudy, especially in autumn. I checked the man who was still sleeping. In other conditions I would still be by his side, even maybe trying to have a relationship with him but those things aren't made for me. I want to steer clear of any kind of relationship, my sarcastic behaviour and attitude help a lot.
My thoughts were stopped when my phone started vibrating inside my pocket. Work, most probably. I took a deep breath and left the man's apartment while he was murmuring.
I drove back home. Home? Not exactly. I don't have a home. Missions appear for me all around the world, I rarely stay in a place for more than one month. But I always remember it being like this. Not even a family could keep me for a long time. I don't need a home, I don't need anyone.
I placed a lock of hair behind my ear as I turned the key and entered the apartment. It was cold. I turned the lights on even though there was enough light outside. I made some coffee and had a shower. With the towel wrapped around my body I stared at my figure in the mirror. Beautiful enough to seduce. At least that's what he had said. When the whole training started of course...

May 15th 2000, Moscow Russia

"And why would you want to join Bratva?"asked the man as we kept walking around in the park.
"I want revenge. Bratva can give me access to what I want." I answered quietly trying to be calm but I was shaking wondering whether this choice is right or not.
"And what do you have to give us?"he asked again. I stopped walking and rested my eyes on some violets.
"Anything. Anything you want. I know some martial arts and- I could even go undercover I'm a good liar." I almost sounded desperate. Not sounded. Was. I am.
He placed his fingers on my red curls and played with them.
"There's no going back...Helena."he whispered in my ear. "You won't be the same. We'll ruin you. We'll burn any hint of kindness inside you. You'll have blood on your hands all the time. You won't have time to build relationships. You won't have a personal life."he inhaled and added quickly: "You will become a killing machine. Fearless. Cold. Savage. Emotionless." He took a step back and turned around. I swallowed with difficulty like somebody was struggling me.
"But first, you will have to show me you are able to kill." I turned towards him.
"Of course. When and where do you want me to go?"
"Who talked about leaving? You'll murder now. Right now."
I felt cold sweat running down my spine.

So we have flashbacks. We'll see many more as the story goes on. What do you think so far? Do you like it? Comment and let me know ♡
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