Oh, boy. My first UPLOADED story (part of it anyways). I have written so many of these damn things but only just now have I started 'releasing htem to public eyes' xD Not much to say for this particular fic, it'll speak for itself in most ways. It's just a Colonel VolginxOC story I've been putting together for sometime now. It's quite long and unfinished as of now^^; lol I don't konw when to stop. As a rundown, It has to do with your 'character' Katarinka and her special and super-natural talents (not that odd...since it's METAL GEAR FUCKING SOLID!) and her developing a realtionship with Volgin, sought after by Adamska (Ocelot for n00bs lol) and befriending the other Groznyj Grad occupants and just making it through multiple...situations (ahem...Volgin...remember _). Who knows what else my literay genius will bring in the future for this fic...well I know...but i'm not telling! You'll just have to R.O.D! XD ....Oh that was a horrible pun (for those that get it), I apologize -_-; ...Ima dork! XD

Well, without further adieu, I present 'From Russia With Love"!

DISCLAIMER BIZNITCHES!!!!! : I do not own Metal Gear or Metal Gear Solid, nor anything related to Kojima Productions, Konami, or Kojima Hideo himself, or James Bond. All characters and subject matter that is original (like Katarinka) however, ARE mine. This fic is for entertainment purposeses only and written with no plaigarism or copywrite infrigment intended. If there is a problem PLEASE CONTACT ME! Dx Also, inspiration and storyboard (partially) for the story goes to Illusion of Gain on . A remarkable writer whose story My Pretty Jungle Flower is BRILLIANT!! (Don't worry, the storyboard changes and by no means is my story a replica. You can just see the upstart plot similarities). Whew, there. All done^^

Illusion of Gain you rock! This story is in honors to your 'My Pretty Jungle Flower'! 3

Chapter One: My Story, More or Less

I was nothing more, nothing less than a young woman, thrown into the trifles of war. A political clash and arms race. My father, my mother, both dead. I had no one. So when I decided to enlist as a medic in one of the lesser known military establishments; I did so hoping to forge what I would hope to call 'a family'. I figured being a medic would be the better path to choose. No real danger. Not much work...since the only injured were those harmed by the still developing weapons and such that tests' had gone awry. My job was a simple one.

"Hey, hey, Rinka!" Mikhail affectionately shoved my shoulder from the bed he was lying on. "Guess you'll be the one taking care of me, right?" He grinned his teasing grin with a thankful undertone. I smiled.

"Unfortunately, yes." I teased back. "So, you shot yourself...in the thigh, mind you. With the new AK we're working on? Foot. Acceptable. But thigh?" I sighed. "Mikhail..." I lifted up the blanket draped over him from the bottom up until I reached the bottom of his thigh. He grinned again.

"Heeey,"

"Quiet, Mikhail." I poked the area around the bullet and he quickly shut up. "That's what I thought." I removed the bullet, treated the area, sutured the wound and bandaged it. "Good as new. Now rest here for a while and you'll be moving in no time flat."

"Thank you, Rinka. None of the other nurses even wanted to come near me. You're a good friend."

"Thanks. But maybe if you weren't such a pervert, woman would see you differently." I gave him a more motherly look. "Now rest."

"Yes, ma'am."

I walked out of the room and shut the door quietly behind. Mikhail was my closest friend; he was like a brother to me. It hurt me slightly though, I knew that I meant more to him than just a sister. I couldn't return the feelings however, they just weren't there.

"Miss! Miss Katarinka! We need you immediately in the West-Wing Med-room!"

I was quickly thrown out of my thought and pulled sharply to the left, pulled along by one of the other nurses, Klara.

"W-What's the meaning of all this?!"

"He's dying! Burns! Severe! Grenade accident!" She pulled me to the room where the soldier was located and shoved me in. What I saw was horrifying. Half his body burned. Flesh hung and peeled, the paining heat still ate at him to his bone, the bright red coating his left half like a rich, scarlet merlot, it shook me to my very core. Clearly the worst I had ever seen.

"Please! PLEEAASE! Help me!" He flailed in bed and groaned in agony. Klara looked to me intently.

"You know you have to use it now, there's no other way. The heat must be pulled away and the explosive powder must be halted from burning further."

"Klara! Ghosts? Telepathy? That won't help him now!"

"No, not that." Klara stared at me with an expression that only meant one thing. She looked down at my hands.

"Klara, no... You know I hate that..."

"It's the only way, Katarinka. And be proud. You're special."

I gazed at my hands, then at the poor soldier whose life was slowly slipping away.

"Fine. I'll do it." Klara's eyes brightened and she left me to my work. I took a deep breath and walked over to the man writhing in pain before me. The gurney creaked and shook under his movements. I rolled up my sleeves and placed my hands lightly on the side of his body. He gasped.

"What are you doing? Your hands are ice cold!'

"Just hold on..." My hands turned pale and a thin layer of ice formed like a cast around his left half.

"W-what is this?! You're a freak!"

"Just hold on." I placed my hands back after a minute or two and touched the ice. It faded away. "There. Now the heat is gone and the reaction has stopped."

He stared at me mystified, but at the same time disgusted. I turned around and left the room, words following behind me.

"Klara, treat and bandage his burns..."

"K...Katarinka..." I was unable to see the frown she bore. Klara turned to the patient and her anger showed. "I'm going to be extra nice to you."

I was walking down the west hall of our small building when an officer walking down opposite of me strode over.

"Ah, we've been looking for you, Miss Katarinka."

"Are you serious?! Someone else now?! You've got to be kidding me!" He grabbed my arm.

"Miss, you must calm down. I have news to report to you, that is all."

"Then shoot." I looked at him icily. I wasn't in the best of moods- having been called a freak and all.

"It must be told you privately. No one else can know of this, for it may cause some…'displeasantries', to speak lightly," he turned around and motioned me to follow "Come."

I complied and followed after. He led me to one of the empty attendant rooms and locked the door behind him.

"You're being moved."

At first I thought he meant within the building.

"Where to? Medic Wing-C?"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood. You're moving…out of this structure; to a top-secret military and weapons development facility."

Ah, there we go. Made sense now…not that I cared.

"What?! I didn't apply for that shit!" I was enraged. It had took all I had to make what family I had here, and now they want to transfer me without me without my fucking consent? Mikhail… Klara… Stanley (of whom I didn't see much, but had become quite close with. If Mikhail was a brother to me, Stanley was like another father). And plus, what would Mikhail do? …I knew I didn't love him…but he loved me- I was his only real friend. I couldn't just leave him behind! What would that say about me? My character?

"Exactly. It was a direct request. One that couldn't be refused by us…or you, for that matter. Apparently, news of some special talents you possess reached them, and they thought it quite important to recruit you…I am so sorry."

My lips moved and I stammered out half-words, making no sense at all. I lost all I had once…and now to relive that devastating process again? I know why I couldn't speak.

There was nothing to be said.

"You must start packing, you leave tomorrow. And I repeat, NOT A SOUL must know of this."

I nodded silently. The officer came and hugged me lightly then stood straight and gave a salute.

Heh… Me being saluted…it felt awkward, but nice.

"We will all honestly miss you among our ranks, Miss."

Tears started to find their way to my eyes, but I held them back to the best of my abilities.

I saluted in turn. "And I can very much say the same for you and everyone else here, Sir. You…you will be missed."

Before I could even give an emotional breakdown the time of day, I unlocked the door and the officer and I parted ways. I started down the hall, taking in all its plain, illustrious modesty as I made for my room. I'd miss this place.