Irina Spasky was staring out the window, willing something to happen. Willing someone to come out and see her. Willing anything to come out of the pitch black darkness, but of course, nothing did. She sighed quietly. She shouldn't even be in the window where someone could see her, but she was a seventeen year old girl. What seventeen year old girl didn't want to be noticed?
And noticed she was. By her supervisor. Boy, did she ever get a beating, but she didn't mind. It was worth it. The thrill of breaking the rules was something she lived for. It even masked the pain of the welts on her back.
The next morning, Irina was called out of her room to the office. This time, she was actually cluless about why she was going. She hadn't done anything wrong since the night before.
"Ms. Spasky," her supervisor said, "Sit down." Irina remained standing. "Ms. Spasky," he pulled a small, black revolver out of his suit pocket, "Sit down." Irina quickly sat. "Ms. Spasky, I'm sure you are wondering why you are here." Though she was, she let her face betray no thoughts. "You are, for once, not in trouble." He continued. "In fact, you have been chosen."
"For what?" Irina blurted out before she could stop herself.
"For a scientific experiment. The men in the medical center want to try something new, and they need someone to try it on."
"So, why me?"
"Well, Ms. Spasky, you happen to be the only woman in this entire establishment." He said.
"Oh, and why does that make a difference?" She replied.
"Well, the medical department is trying something new. They needed a woman who was young and still a," he loosened his tie, "virgin."
"And how would you know that?" Irina asked indignantly. "I'm seventeen, and I'm actually quite pretty, and…"
"Ms. Spasky," her supervisor cut her off, "We are the KGB. We know." Irina resisted the urge to stick out her tongue. "Anyways, you are needed there immediately. Go now." Irina rose abruptly, strode out of the room, and slammed the heavy wooden door behind her.