ATOMIC BLONDE ━ One (six underground)

VI. Winter Soldier

[SIX.] winter soldier

SUDAN, 3 YEARS AGO.

━"I'M NOT GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN." The man whispered toneless in her still functioning ear as he took a grasp of her hair.

Nadia hisses, wincing in pain.

"Who sent you?"

The question made the brunette laugh. Only to abruptly stop after she almost choked on her own blood.

She started coughing as she tries to breathe, only to regret it a second later. The action made her wince as she felt the broken rib digging through her flesh. Her eyes started to blur. Blood loss, maybe. Her jaw felt like it was about to fall off. She tried to ignored the pain as she tries to count the bruises and wounds that litter her body.

"Are you CIA? KGB?"

She responded by weakly shaking her head.

She started to mutter words that even she can't understand. Believing it was her finally cracking up, the man leans in. His ears an inch closer to her lips.

"What was that?"

"иди на хуй."

She spat blood on his face before raising her eyebrow.