Romanova [COMPLETED STORY]

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2014, Volgograd, Russia.
Nikita Romanova POV.

  My name is Nikita Romanova and I am 76 years old, but you'd never be able to tell if I hadn't told you. When I worked for the Red Room Training Facility many years ago, I was injected many times a week with an age slowing enhancement serum. I don't look a day over 20. I still have connections with the K.G.B. and will always go back to complete a mission if they ever need me.

  I'm not necessarily a bad person, but I sure as hell aren't a good one. You might've heard of my older sister, Natalia. She abandoned me back in '51. 63 years ago she left her 12 year old sister to die because I had a bad feeling about her little fiance Alexi Shostakov. He didn't work for good people, and Natalia shouldn't be involved with that.

  When Natalia left me, I had no place to go. My parents were dead and Ivan had moved because he assumed Natalia was taking care of me. I lived on the streets for many years, almost four. Then came the day my like would forever change, Madame B. found me sitting in an alley.

  She worked for the Red Room facility and offered me sanctuary. I was a bit mislead though. I underwent extreme ballet classes, recited movies word for word and combat lessons. I was put with other girls my age and saw nobody other than them or the instructors. I once saw a girl in a locked room with vibrant red hair, just like mine. I wish I could've met her.

  Many said my fighting style and natural skill reminded me of the infamous "Black Widow," so I got my code name from that. They called me the "Red Widow," because of my extremely red hair and the widow part was dedicated to whoever the "Black Widow," was.

  I was a gifted student and aced my lessons. I had to or I would be thrown out or executed. I hated Natalia with every bone in my body, and if the time came where I'd see her again, I'd kill her. I didn't know where she was, or if she was still alive, but I would like her if I had the chance.

  She was probably living in another country with or even continent with Alexi. God, I'd kill him too. He was the reason Natalia left me in the first place. If I killed him, I might not kill Natalia. Take away her happiness like she did mine, make her suffer like I did.

  I graduated or whatever years ago but I've helped out and taught a few lessons here and there and they've been paying me in return. I've got a place here in Volgograd and it's good enough for me. The only problem was there were no opportunities. There was nothing for me to do here.

  I've been thinking of moving for a little bit, but I have no idea where. Germany? They burned my place down and killed my parents, so that's a no. France? Eh maybe, not a fan of the food though. What about America you may ask. Well, that's what I was thinking. They had better rights then here and it seemed like a better country. You could vote and it was alot nicer, that's most likely where I'd go.