Stalingrad Hospital, Soviet Russia, February 1984
"AHHHH!" The screams of a woman can be heard throughout the entire hospital, the pain of pushing one last time coursing through her. Her mind is taken off of the pain by the screams of a small child. Her child.
The nurse holding her baby looks at her and smiles, "Congratulations, Miss Romanoff, it's a girl."
She wraps the small person in a towel, and hands her to Miss Romanoff.
She looks down at her daughter, smiling as her tiny eyelids flicker open, "Hello baby."
7 months later
Miss Romanoff wakes up when she hears her daughter wailing in the next room. She sighs and gets out of bed.
She opens the door to her daughter's room and walks over to the small body kicking and screaming in the crib.
She picks her up and holds her in her arms, "Shh, ssh, ssh, it's okay Natalia."
Natalia continues to cry. Miss Romanoff sighs, deciding there's only one thing for it.
She starts humming a tune that her mother used to do for her, and Natalia stops crying.
After a few minutes Natalia has fallen back asleep in her mother's arms. Miss Romanoff lays her back down in the crib, and places a kiss on her head, "Good night love."
10 years later
Natalia wakes up to find herself laying on a bed, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. The walls of the room are covered in tiles, creating a dull environment, her only source of light being the window in the wall in front of the bed. She gets up to stand from the bed, but is restricted by a pair of handcuffs that are keeping her left arm attached to the metal frame.
She tugs at the restraint, continously pulling to break herself free, but it doesn't work. She then decides to do the only thing she can think of, "Mama?" she calls out desperately, "Mama?!" Her eyes glisten with tears, now terrified. She gets back onto the bed, lays down and cries.
If only she knew what was to come.