Full Summary: They were closing in quick and Viktoriya had no chose but to barricade herself into the dingy store room.

All hope had been put out at this point, she would count herself to be lucky if they decided to shoot her on the spot. But she doubted she was worthy of such a quick death.

All the blood that stained her hands wrote her grim future, as they would most likely torture her for information and personal amusement.

She could only wish that she could get an early release from this dark path, she knows her wrongs and was really to correct it all. But she would not be given a chance. Well, not in this world. Maybe in the Naruto universe.

You will just have to see...

Story:

"моргала выколю, падла!(1)" Pushing a large metal trolley to barricade of the doorway, Viktoriya glanced around frantically for an escape. She only had one clip of bullets left in her GSh-18, a hand knife part of her survival kit, two clips of a Yarygin Pistol and an SV-98 slung around her shoulder. With this amount of equipment she was not going to survive the raw force outside the store room.

"Tovarishch (2), you are not being fair, come out." A voice taunted from the other side of the room, sending shivers down her spine. She know at this moment that the even god could not come and save her. Twenty soldier, at least of what she had seen, all armed with machine guns and bloodthirsty grins stood on the other side eagerly waiting for their prize. What better than the Head of Military's daughter.

"You are no Comrade of mine, Storvishch." She bared her teeth as he spat out the man's name, hating the bitter taste which was left in her mouth. A crude laugh echoed on the other side tauntingly, as if to mock her loss of power.

"You speak the truth, so let us not waste time, the people want your head and I am here to deliver. Time is wasting." There was a quick thumping against the door, people bashing into it ruthlessly, and Viktoriya could see the hinges loosen much to her horror. She edged away from the noise and lifted empty cardboard boxes, slammed her fist against a blacken window only to find it boarded off.

"You won't get away that easily Braginsky." A psychotic parade of laughter filled the room as the soldiers joined in with amusement.

"Da, then I will fight until I see you dead." Viktoriya screamed, her hands sweating under the watch of looming death. She did not want to die, she had so much planned when she would escape this facility. Her dreams and hopes all washed down the gutter like nothing, this is not how she wanted to end. She called out in her head and heart to anyone. Anyone who could hear her silent pleas of help. But she had not expected an answer, however she received one anyway.

The door behind her ripped apart, wood flying everywhere, and the haze of shock clearing from her head to notice a cold metal barrel of a gun being pointed to her head. Her throat drying up like an uncovered well in the desert, while a young man in his early thirties looked down at her smugly. His despicable features staring at her in victory, as if the fight was over.

"Times up Braginsky..." He arrogantly warned with a ghastly smirk.

"I hope so, hell spawn." Viktoriya growled throatily, her tongue acting like sandpaper, and snapped out her standard issue knife to plunge into the self-righteous bastard. He cried out in pain and a soldier to his right pulled out his gun and fired without warning.

"You fool, we need her alive!" He grunted loudly, cursing in a deep accent. The world started to tilt and Viktoriya whole heartedly accepted death with open arms. It was such a luxury she was fading into that the voice demanding her awakening angered her immediately.

"What?!" She snapped her eyes open to glare at that person, only to be stopped by a glaring sun. A field flourishing of blood red poppies surrounded her. The air tranquil and light with a slight breeze brushing past her in a caressing touch.

"Where am I?" She muttered to herself, in awe at her surroundings. The grass smelling fresh of early morning rain, some crows cawing as they fly past on their merry way and the sun was rising to introduce a gorgeous citrus burst in the sky to mark dawn.

"You must be Viktoriya Braginsky." She snapped around and gasped in shock.

(1) "I'll poke your eyes out, fucker!"

(2) "Comrade"

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