Widow of Siberia

The feeling of Vienna Retnikopf's shoes slamming down against the concrete roof distracted her more than she thought it would. The pain of it caught her attention with every step. She was running for her life, towards a man she had never met before, and all she could think about was the fact that her shoes' soles were too thin to be running like that.

Vienna tried to keep her eyes up as the roof door slammed open. Tried to keep her eyes on the red hair being blown by the wind in front of her.

If she stayed with Natalia she would be safe. Nat had promised. No more lying and sneaking around. This was the last push. The last push to freedom. They were leaving the Red Room for good.

And then she tripped.