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"What's youre name?" The Madame asks the little girl infront of her in a thic russian accent. "Calliope" The little girl answers not dearing to look at Madame, the older woman slowly shakes her head. "Rediculouse" she says looking at the little girl, like an animal would look at it's pray.

"You're name is Clara." she says sounding harsh, before she walks further down the row of girls asking another little girl. "What's you're name?" the girl begins to cry, her sobs echo trought the barracks. The Madame raises her hand, she smacks the girl across the cheek the small child falls onto the parquet floor. "Stand up!" Madame commands. But the girl dosen't get up she stays sitting on the floor, Madame makes a handgesture and two guards walk into the room, grabbing the little girl who beginns to scream as she kicks her feet at the two men. She gets dragged out of the room before Madame tends to the next Girl. After Madame explaned the rules of this place she leaves the room and a bunch of older girl enter. Each of them takes stance next to one of the 23 beds in the room, each one of the little girls walk to one of the beds and each girl gets handet a black pijama with a red hourglass on it. As the girls change into the pyjamas the older girls collect ther nomral streetclothes and put them in a bag, once all the new girls wear there sleepwear the older ones leave the room, the last of them doesen't carry any clothes, before she reaches the door she sharply turns around the face the room. "Welcome to the Redroom" she says before leaving the dormatory.

Clara will never be able to forget that day, her first day in the redroom the next few days would be hell on earth. As the girls woke up the next day some of them started crying secretly hoping that all the horrors they whitnessed where just a bad dream. Some of them quietly wisperd for there mum or dad but as soon as the lights sprung on the whole dormatory of girls fell silent. Nobody wanted to take the risk of making noise, nobody wanted to end like the girl the day prior did. The door klicks open and Madame walk in, instantly almost every single girl hushes out of bed standing next to it they angstly look at the Madame ther little bodys stiff of fear. "After you wake up you will put on you're clothes wich you may find in the drawer next to you're bed." Madame announces gazing at the girls, her face set in stone "You are expected to be dressed in five minutes before you go to the wash room where you will wash youre face, brush your teeth and take care of your hair. If you don't know how to put you're hair up the other girls may help you to learn it. Otherwise interacting with the other girls is strictly forbidden if not requierd for classes." The woman then adds in her harsh tone of speaking before she leaves the dormatory, the group of preschool aged adolecents look at each other most of them afraid some of them clearly in survival mode. After a vew seconds of thinking Clara dicides that the women ment that they should get dressed and ready, so thats what she does. She cracks open the drawer on her bedsitetable wich reveals a set of underwear consitent of black undies and socks. She quickly get's out of her PJ's putting on the new set of underwear, as she gazes around the room the other girls start do dress themselves asswell. As Clara takes another look at her drawer she sees a pair of white wool tights, a white blouse and a black dress as well as a pair of shiney black sandal like shoes. She first puts on the tights, then the shoes, as she takes a closer look at the blouse Clara notices the little red hourglasses that are embroiderd at the collar of the garment. She had a bit of trouble with buttoning up her blouse as normaly her mum would do button ups for her, but now mum was not here, Clara was alone she could feel tears from at the corner of her eye but she coulden cry. Not here not now. She swallows hoping the tears would fade as she struggels to button up her shirt. As she gazes at the other girls she realizes that she is not the only one who's not able to properly dress herself. A tiny wave of relief washes over her as she finally closes the last button. Then she slips into the overdress as she once again gazes over the dormatory she sees one girl make her bed and put there pyjama into the now empty drawer and she chooses to do the same. After that she follows a group of three girls into the washroom, as Clara takes a look in the mirror she almost doesent recognize herself, her already pale skin looks almost translucent and her dirty blond curls are tangled. Clara quickly remembers what Madame told them so she washes her face and brushes her teeth before tending to her mess of hair just as she wanted to take the hairbrush she remembers something her mum told her. *You should never brush youre hair out that will make you look like a little lion.* mum used to just wet her fingers and brush them trought little Calliopes hair to detangle them. And thats exactly what Clara does now, she hold her hands under the cold water und carefully runs them trough her hair till they are detangeld enought to braid them properly. As she glimpeses over to the girl next to her she studies the way she braids her hair into two pigtails but as she tries it herself she just dosen't get it right. "Uhm excuse me?" Clara asks the little girl in a wispery voice. "Hm?" humms the other girl who seems to be a bit older then Clara herself. "Can you help me with my hair?" She then asks the brunetthaird child who just nodds in agreement before brabbing a hairtie from the side of the sink, she shows Clara how to properly braid her hair. She braids one pigtale and incurages Clara to do the second herself, whilst Clara trys her best to try and braid it on her own the other girl wispers to her "I'm Kamilla and you?" Clara was a bit surprised that the girl spoke russian with her but she diden't question it further. "Calliope" she said before reconsidering her answer "No sorry I'm Clara." she then answerd in Russian thinking back to the moment the Madame said her name was ridiculose. Kamilla just nods before grabbing Claras hand dragging her with along as all of the girls quickly hush towards the man door of the dormatory where Madame already expects them. All of the 22 children line up, some look at the floor some keep there head straight but almost all of them flinch a bit as Madames could voice echoes trought the room. "You" she breaks the silence, Clara pulls her shoulders up hoping she wasent the one that did something wrong. But as she dears to look up she sees the older woman standing infont of a different girl who seems to not fear the Misstress as much as the others do. Her long chestnut-colourd hair flows freely over her shoulders, she fircely stares into Madames eyes.

The Madame shakes her head in dissapointment roughtly grabbing the girl by her long mane dragging her along, the remaining girls quickly follow the woman as the child she drags along cries out in pain and beggs the Madame to let her go. Once she reaches a office looking room she forcefully sits the girl on a woodenbech, making her face the wall as Madame grabbs a pair of scisscors off of the office desk quickly chopping large chunks of chestnutbrown hair off of the crying girls head till all of her hair is at chinlength before she lets go of the kid. The now shorthaird girl start to trow a tantrum she stars pulling on her very short hair screaming at Madame, tears start rolling down her little face as she continues to pull out her hair in chunks. Madame looks at the child in annoyence and dissapointment she raises her hand and slapps the girl across the cheek. The chestnuthaird girl instantly stops crying, she just stares sourly at Madame who starts walking out of the office, where the remaining group sepearates to make room for Madame. The group gets shown the breakfast,luch and dinner erea where they get there first breakfast, disgusting oatmeal with a few fuits and one glass of water. Whilst eating the group gets strictly monitored by Madame if they eat sloppy, mannerless or don't eat at all they get punished. Clara sits across from Kamilla the two excange a few glances whils breakfast lasts, after Madame urges the girls to bring there breakfast trays into the kitchen, after she has them all line up infront of her. "Raise you're hand if you speak english." The Majorety of the group raises there hands. "Now Raise you're hand if you speak russian." Madame says in Russian. Clara and a approximitly three other girls raise there hands at both languages. Madame then orders Clara, Kamilla and two other girls to stay at the Cafeteria as she walks off with the now in two groups dividet group. The four remaining girls excange glances, just as Kamilla wanted to say something a different Woman walks up the the quartet "Follow me." she orders, they girls obey. This Woman looks a bit younger then Madame and is just a bit taller, her voice also sound more freindly compared to the voice of Madame, but she wears the same clothes. She leads the four of them towards a room Labeled "Languages 3" in both English and Russian. Clara is confused in the classroom are only older girls, so why are they here? The Teacher asignes them there tables before asking if they already know how to read and wirte. Clara nodds, so does Kamilla and the two other girls. "Good" the Teacher says before she starts with the German class. After what felt like an eternety the class is over and the small group of four gets rejoines there original class, accompanied by Madame they walk over to a different room labeled "Gymnasium" Clara finds herself in a chancing room with benches and lockers on the wall. The room remindes her of the chanching room at Dance. "Get Changed." commands Madame before leaving the room. Kamilla and Clara again share a look as they both simultaiously open there lockers in wich they find a pair of short black shorts as well as a armless sportstop wich is also black, on the floor of the locker they find a pair of red and black trainers. They quickly change into the gym clothes before the door on the other side of the room opens, a young woman peeks trough, she gestures the girls to come in. Inside of the gym there is a foampit a few trampolines ass well as a bouncy floor, a air-track and much more stuff that looks like it's used in gymnastics. As the girls get to play tag to warm up Clara almost forgets that she isen't at home, quickly the younger woman who introduced herself as Monika shows how to properly stretch and warm up before gymnastics. She then asks if any of the girls know how to do a cartwheel and a handstand. Some of them raise there hands but most of them dont, Monicas acctually harsh voice sounds almost freindly compared to how Madame sounds. After Gymnastics the class changes back into there normal uniform before they get picked up by Madame, they get escortet to lunche before they get brought the the next class wich was ballet, as the ballet teacher noticed that Clara already has some experience reagarding Ballet she bumps her up into the next class where the girls seem to be one to two years older then Clara and they seemingly can dance way better then her. Ballet class was harsher then expected the teacher wasen't very nice and they diden't play any games like at Claras old dance studio. After Ballet they head etiquett class after they had culture class and the last class of the day was geography. After two weeks Clara gets accustomed to the strange bed and wakeup times, she also figures out on wich days, what classes are. On three days a week they have normal classes like they would in primary school, On the other four they have less normal classes, like fighting and combat, gymnastics, ballet, survival strategies, etiquett and acting.

Time seems to fly by as Clara progresses in the Redroom as she gets more skilled in dance and gymnastics getting bumpt up into the highest class for her age division outshining almost all of the other girls, Kamilla is the only one who can keep up. After six months at the facility they start to train seriouse hand to hand combat. Clara get's partnert up with the chestnuthaired girl, Clara learned her name was Addison. The girls took stance and started fighting ofcourse they learned how to properly stand and trow a punch but Clara diden think that acctual combat would be so painfull and not fun at all. She quickly learned that if she just obeyed the rules of the Redroom she would be fine, but now was the moment she realized that she woulden't just be fine. As the realization hit fear and adrenaline started to flood her intire body to the point where she could doge most of Addisons attacks, as Madame came over to the two of them to judge how well they have been fighting Clara quickly grabs the ellbow of her opponent and turns it outwards causing Addison to squeak in pain before yanking her off her feet. Only for Madame to give her a satisfied nod, Addison quickly gets back up for round two. After roughtly one hour fighting starts to take a toll on Clara and Addison as well as the other girls, there movements start to get sloppy they feel brused and beaten. Clara tried to focuse as best as she could as suddenly the girl next to her collapsed to the floor, Madame rapidly strides over to her ordering her to her feet as she doesen't obey Madames orders the woman raises her Hand bringing it down swiftly only for the girl to block Madames attack. A hearable sight murmures trought the room "Silence!" Madame shouts, not even a second later the intire room layes in utter stillness everyone gazes at the girl on the ground, waiting for what happens. Two clapps break the silence everyone flinches at the sudden noise as two guards march into the room. Horror flashes in the Girls eyes as she gets taken by them. The girl in question was not seen for almost four days, Kamilla said that she probably failed the programm. Clara and Kamilla gruw close in the 6 months at the facility altho friendship was utterly forbidden the two of them somewho always found a way to talk or at least talk trought looks. Just as certan that that girl would not come back she suddenly appeard as they walked to get to bed after another long day, she lookes horrified she would just stare at the wall the whole time and she would never talk after that incident. Clara and Kamilla disscust what could have happend to her they where both couriouse and anxous, they sureley diden't want to come face to face with what happend to her.

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Clara has now been at the Redroom for two years, at almost nine years old she must face her first real test. One day as the dorm lights flicker on and everyone starts to get ready, the girls on the third level of the Redroom academy woulden't find there unifroms inside of there bedside drawers but rather a vew sets of very warm clothes. Clara would question why but she learned not to question anything by now, if you hesitate because you question youreself or you're actions you wont last in this place. You should just forget what you did and banish any morals you might have thats the only way to survive. The other girls where as confused as Clara was but all of them just put on the clothes, first long underwear over that a thermo leggings and a tshirt, the next layer consits of a warm sheep wool sweather and snowpants, the last layer was a very warm jacket, the whole outfite was camuflage. Clara could feel Kamilla stare holes trought her back, she shoots her friend a rather friendly look before she quickly puts her hair into a thight dutch braid. Right as she wanted to head into the wash room a group of men storms the dorm.

Finding themselves somewhere in the Siberean woods the girls cling to each other for warmth as one by one they start to gain concioussness again. "They sedaited us." realizes Kamilla as Clara groggily leans against her. The girls know that they would have to work together to survive whatever test this was. As the sun starts to rise the group of 15 makes there way trought the snowy forest each with a knife one collective flint and steel and the clothes on there body. As they stumble trought the woods Addison spots a ditch in the snow right under a large tree. With how much snow there is this would be the perfect spot to camp at least for a while. One after another the girls slide down the approximatly two meter drop towards the tree stump two of them stay ontop of the snow to get some wood meanwhilst the others start to clear a bit of the snow to have more space. They know for a longer stay they would have to build a iglu but for now it would work out like that. As the day goes by they collect wood to make a fire and treebranches for matresses. As the sun sets they get a fire going and select who will do nightwatch. The next two days fly by, as the group builds there temporary stay at night the girls lie tightly next to each other to preserve warmth. Clara tought it was nice to hug someone again after such a long time without having a single hug. She alsways loved her Mum's hugs, her mum Clara almost feels bad because she hasen't tought of her in almost three months but now, now she has time to think. She misses her mum and her Dad as well as her friends and her pet Lizard, what was she doing here. Fear rises in the girls body as she clings thightly to Kamilla who hugges her back tightly both shivering from the sheer cold of this place wondering if they'll ever see there real Families again.

It was the next day early in the morning Addison sugestet to go hunting so they would have some food, they could also use the fur to perserve more warmth. Clara, Addison and another girl, Marie where selected to go hunting for the day. They could Make a bow using someones shoe lace and a strong enougth branch, they also carved a couple of arrows so they could acctually shoot something. A lake nearby would be the perfect spot to hopefully get at least one deer and if not a deer then they would get there hands on a Rabbit, at least the chances of acctually shooting something where not too small. The trio sets up a spot at one side of the lake where they wait. Hour after hour goes by without a trace of a pray animal, besides brids ofcourse there where birds but none of the girls was skilled enought too acctually shoot one and they doubted that the bow even had the reach for shooting a bird. As the sun starts to set Clara sees something move, she loads the bow up with one of there crafted arrows and takes aim. Before she clocks what animal she was aming at she already released the arrow, it fluw a bit crocket but nontheless found it's target. A small brown bear. Fuck.
The Baby animal screeched loudly, Clara loadet the bow with yet another arrow as Marie pressures her to kill the small animal altho the mother could be near it she took the shot and again hit. Right into the Bears skull, it fell to the ground whimpering in misery as a loud and deep roar echoed trought the otherwhise peacefull forrest.
"What do we do now?" Addison asks but Marie already took off running towards there kill her knife in hand ready to end the life of the small creature. As she dug her blade into the abdomen of the bear the mother of there pray came running out of the woods, her face full of anger and rage. Marie almost froze to stone as she diggs her blade deeper into the flesh of the wild animal they just killed before quickly removeing it. She then shoulders the small bear and takes off running towards the remaining two girls who just stared at Marie. Her little leggs carried her but the deep snow and cold air, as well as the at least 15kg of bear on her shoulders diden't make it easy for her to get away. Clara debated if she should shoot at mother bear but she doubet the arrows would acctually do something, Addison and her shared a paniced glance both of them not sure what to do at all.
"Take the fucking Bear!" Marie screams as she flung the quarry as wide forwards as she could, hoping once she was free of it's wight and one of the other girls took it she could run faster and not fall victim to the rageing bear behind her. But as Addison gets ahold of the dead prey and starts running Marie trips and falls, she struggles to quickly hop to her feet but the bear is faster it duggs it's shap claws into the girls back as Marie feels her legs go numb. She starts to scream in pain using her arms to try and get away from her possible murderer. Clara meanwhile also took off running ass fast as she could following Addison as she hears a bone chilling crack right behind her, she swiftly stops looking at the limb body of Marie and the bear that jurks it around by the neck. Red droplets rain onto the snow as Clara temporarelly freezes, "Clara come on!" Addison stresses, janking the blond out of her state of shock making Clara bolt in the approximate directon of Addis voice.

Back at camp the other girls already await them, there expression was a bewildert one as they whittness the dead bear that gets dragged trought the snow by Addison. "We've got food." she almost happily anounches.
"Where is Marie?"
Clara looks at the girl who asked, Bianca, she takes a deep breath as she realises that she has to bring Bianca the news of her sisters death.
"Shes dead."
Clara mutters, Addison just nodds nonchalantly dragging there pray animal into there base camp.Bianca goes silent as she starts to understandes that her sister is actually gone. Her lower lipp starts to shake as tears stream down her face and quiet shaky breaths leave her lungs. Altho the girls where conditioned to not befriend anyone or talk to anyone the two of them always stayed toghter, even after Marie got punished for still talking to her sister they continued to hold contact with each other. They even hugged sometimes tho only at night when the lights where off. The rest of the group altho a bit distressed are rather non intrested considering the death of Biancas sister, they rather help skinn and cock the bear to finally get some food leaving Bianca to quietly sob leaning against the tree they house under for support as she burries her head into her little hands. The remaining three days of the test where uneventfull, the small bear had enought meat to feed them for the intierety of the remaining days and thanks to a small bowl one of them carved out, they now could cook off water to drink, so they woulden't die of thirst either.

The next day they awoke in there dorms again, they where back at the academy. Clara lets her gaze fade around the room, Maries bed was gone. As Clara gets out of her bed she notices that she still wears the same clothes she did back in the woods and so do the other girls, as she looks into her drawer she finds there normal unifrom but now the overdress instad of simple black was a deep tone of violet and there bloueses weren't just plain white but a sort of light baige. Before changeing into the unifrom Clara checks up on Kamilla who she sadly diden't really get to talk to when they where in the tundra. She almost has to stare holes into the back of the brunette to get her attention, but once Kamilla finally turns around she stares back at Clara one corner of her mouth pulled up into a faint smile. *I'm glad she's ok* thats what Clara thought at the sight of Kamillas smile. She shoulden't care about the girl, there friendship will most likeley get one if not both of them killed, but she doesen't care she won't have a long live anyways so why not live the short time she has on this earth with a person she acctually like. Even if it means only doing so in secret and mabey getting punished or even expelled for it. After all 14 of them tiedied up Madame walks into the dorm commanding the girls to follow her, she leads them into a dimm room, every girl took a seat looking at the huge screen at the front center wall of the space. Clara had never seen this room, she wondert what it was for *Probably not any kind of training* she figgured as she gazed at the tv that now states details of the now obviouse survival test they took.

"I'm very disappointed." echoes the rought voice of Madame.

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Since we successfully passed the survival test and where upped into the next category wich was level 4, a lot changed even tho it has only been four months. We now spent much more time Training Combat, Ballet and Gymnastics they also startet to teach us Parcour and how to fight with all sorts of weapons, besides knives we already knew our way around those. The frequent fighting leads to many injuries wich is why we now learn anatomy as well as medicin and everything that belongs into that category. We also where allowed smaller rooms with only 4 girls each wich was rather nice. Clara enjoyed her new won authorety because besides having to learn even more in even vewer time, she and her class where now allowed to boss the smaller girls around. She liked that, that gave her a sense of control. She also liked the new Computer class they started, they already learned how to code and hack before but now they learn even more. They even get to watch movies and go onto the internet, altho it's just to study stuff it's at least a bit fun.

*"Again." Commands our Ballet Teacher as we practice relevé en point, we have been dancing in Point shoes for quiete some time now still some girls still miss there toe nails as the fall out from the hard training.
"Again"
He once more orders, as we follow obiedently.
Combat training has been much harder recently, we learned how to snap a neck, disclocate a shoulder, an elbow, a wrist and even a knee. When we train and someone acctually disslocates something Madame wants us to put it in ourselves otherwhise we woulden learn she says. We also started to train with Pistols, firstly we started with paper sheets but occationally we really need to shoot someone. At first it was weird and i diden't really wan't to pull the trigger but the fear of punishment or even failure made me do it. Sometimes i still hear the sound of the bullet hitting this persons head. It haunts me.*

Clara write in her Arabic class, they trained to write complex texts. She leaves the classroom to go to lunch meeting up with Kamilla on the way, who just couldent get her German exam right, altho Spanish, Portugise, Italian, Dutch and Swedish wherent a problem for her she seemd to struggel a lot with german. Since we got bumped into level 4 the food we get is much better, it still tastes awfull but atleast not that awfull. Kamilla and i exchange glances before we start to tap mousecode with our knive and fork, we tell each other how our day went. After bringing our trays back to there designated erea we walk to the next class, we have been learning how to creat fake identities for a while now, we even learned how to forge documents.
"Today we will put you're skills to the test." Madame beginns in her usuall cold voice. "You will create a false identity for you're first real mission, before you start you will get all important details. Don't fail." she says before leaving the room. Clara grabbs the paper next to her and reads trought it.
Her mission was to kidnapp someone, the son of a CEO in Moskow, she has one week to succsessfully complete her mission. A Redroom absolvent will play the role of the big sister, she has her own mission but is stationed in the same erea. Reads the document, her make-belive sisters name was Natalia Romanova, that means that her fake identitiy would also have the last name Romanova.

Clarisa Romanova
Age: 11
Ballet student at Bolshoi Theater

That was her fake identity for the Mission, she choose Clarisa as a first name cause it sounds similar to Clara, they learned to pick a name that would sound simmilar so they could adapt easier. She also aged herself up to 11 to be in the same age devison as the her target:

Viktor Petrovic
Age: 11
Ballet and Choir student at Bolshoi Theater
Son of Anton Petrovic

Clara did her best as she craftes the student-id as well as all of the other important documents. She wonderd wich mission the other girls would be sent on, would they be simmilar to her mission or completly different. She couldent waste her energy on thinking something so trivial right now, she had to concentrait, otherwhise she would get cought and killed or worse. As Madame enters the classroom again she is followed by 12 guards, each one holds a glass of water and brings it to each a table. "Drink it" orders Madame and so everyone does as she is told, Clara chuggs the whole glas. She hesitates at first but the fear of what might happen to her if she woulden makes her drink it reagardless. Clara instantly starts to feel dizzy, her vision gets blurry and the last thing she sees before blacking out is Kamilla who lays her head onto her table.

She finds herself sitting on an airplane seat, next to her was a small suitcase as she opens it she finds a bunch of normal clothes ass well as four leotards and a few pairs of already sewen pointshoes. "You better get dressed we'll land soon." announche a warm sounding voice that deffinitly belongs to a woman. Clara quickly takes her gaze of the suitcase, she spots a redhaired woman standing in the hallway of the of the plane "But what do i change into?" Clara asks the woman who smiles at her. "Right." she says before rummaging trought the thightly packed luggage, after almost a minute she finds a outfit to her liking and presents it to Clara. "How about that?" she asks, Clara just nodds. She Starts too take off her overdress as the woman interupts her. "Normaly people go to the bathroom to change." she explanes sounding amused. Clara nodds quickly before almost running towards the airplane toilet, the clothes in her hand. As she walks out of the airplane toilet she wears a light coloured jeans, a pink sweater with a disney princess on it and a pair of sneakers. Her hair are still in a tight frenche braid, she always does her hair like this. The Redhead nodds, pleased by the ouftit she picked out "Cute" she comments as her mouth froms to a genuend smile. Clara smiles back. "I'm Natalia" the woman introduces herself, now Clara understands who she was "Nice to meet you i'm Clarisa." she dicides to also use her fake name right off the start like Natalia does. The woman nodds before taking a seat, gesturing for the girl to join her wich she does as the plane lands. The two of them take a taxi from the airport into a nicer looking neigborhood, Natalia pulls out a key as she confidently walks towards the frontdoor of one of the terraced houses and unlockes it. There appartment was nicely furnished, it was homey and modern. Clarisa had her own bedroom, but they had to share a bathroom aswell as the living room and the kitchen. The first thing Natalia does is open a kitchen cabinet, she reaches into it and pulls out a document file. She then sits down at the round kitchen table and gestures Clarisa to come and sit next to her. Natalia opens the file wich states the details of the mission as well as the routines, favorite things and much more reagartding both of there targets. After Clarisa intently studied the file she gazes over to Natalia who puts some frozen pizza in the oven before making her way into her bedroom. Clarisa dicides that she should do the same, she haden't really seen her room so she takes her suitcase and makes her way into the rather small bedroom of hers. She stets her luggage in a corner before opening the closet, empty- next she checks under her bed. Ha, there it is, she pulls out a Glock and silencer as well as a pair of widows bites and a small bottle of chloroform. She checks her equipment before putting it back in it's hiding spot, she had two magazines with 8 bullets each.
The oven starts to beep, the pizzas where ready, Natalia and Clarisa sit down on the couche where Natalia turns on the tv to zaap trought the programms, a few minutes later she finnally finds one to her liking a romance movie. Clarisa watches intently whilst eating her pizza, she never head pizza like that before, to her the frozen meal was delicious compared to the food they serve at the academy.

It was the next day at 5 in the Morning, Clarisa urges out of bed as she realizes that school only starts at 7:15 so she would have a lot of spear time. She dresses herself in the same outfit she wore yesterday before she grabbs her bag putting in a leotard ass well as a pair of sheer pink thights and pointshoes. She takes the bag before peaking out of her room, Natalia seems to still be asleep, Clarisa put the backpack down on the couche before walking into the kitchen to search for something edeble as she recognizes some schoolbooks on the kitchen table. *Must be for me* she thinks taking the bunch to also stuff them into the backpack, now continuing her search for food. But she doesen't find anything, besides a few choclate bars and some instant coffee. She dicides to grab the choco and plants herself infront of the tv, turning it on watching a russian soap opera wich Clarisa found entertaining. Normaly they wherent allowed to watch something like this, not even in computer class or when they would study human behaviour. By the time Natalia got up Clarisa was completly invested in the plot having watched multiple episodes of the show in one sitting as she hears natalia make her way into the living room/ kitchen she quickly turns off the Tv, fearing she'd get in trouble if she would get caught. But rather then punishin her Natalia encuraged her to turn the Television back on, she seemd to be intested in what Clarisa was watching.

"What about the food?" Clarisa then asks as she Natalia makes herself a cup of instant coffee.

"They serve lunch at school, i'll go grocery shopping as soon as i have time." the redhead states sitting down next to Clarisa. "Oh sorry, i forgot about breakfast i usually skip it." she then adds. Clarisa just nodds. About one and a half hour later Clarisa makes her way to the Theater, it was strange for her, everyone wears what they wanted, the hallways where loud and livley and not quiet. She tought this was a strict school but she diden't see anything that was strict, mabey she was wrong and this was just the first impression but she had a feeling this would be rather easy. The first half of the day they had only theorethical subjects like math, russian, ballet theorie and a vew more. After the fifth period they had lunch in the school cafeteria, Clarisa made sure she sat next to her target Viktor.

"Hello" she greets him in the friendliest way possible. He looks at her seemingly not sure if he should start a conversation or not. "Hello" he then answers, sounding not too thrilled about her trying to make smalltalk. "What's you're name?" Clarisa asks him altho already knowing his name she has to ask to seem normal, like she woulden't know him or anything about him.
"Viktor, what's you're name?" He asks sounding unentushiastic "I'm Clarisa" the blond answers smiling at the boy who focuses on his food. Clarisa also starts to tend to her food, it was good better then at the academy but that wasen't difficult.

"What do you want from me?"

Viktor all of a sudden asks, wich confuses Clarisa how could he know that she would want something from him. Was she too bad at acting, did she do something wrong, did she Fail? Mabey he was just a spoiled brat who diden't like social interatction, or mabey all his friends where just after the families money."Nothing, i just wanted to make a friend. I'm new here you know." Clarisa dicides to anwer, it would sound genuend enought and it's not entierly a lie. The boy nodds he belives her, at least it seems that he does. It conernes Clarisa that he doesen't seem really intersted, she wasent a fan of brute force and her mission was to befriend him before kidnapping him, if she coulden't even do that she was useless a failure. She coulden't fail. She was not allowed to fail. The rest of lunch not a word was spoken between the two children contrasting to the rest of the cafeteria. After lunch they had ballet class wich was easyer then Clarisa would have guessed since the mission file clearly states that this is one of the hardest ballet schools worldwide but it wasen't hard for her it was easy. School ends at five, as Clarisa puts on her street shoes she tries to talk to Viktor again. "I heard the students can have a spot in the major ballets at the theater, did you ever dance on the big stage?" she dicides to ask him, if he really was selfish he would enjoy talking about him self, especially if he could brag. "Yes, i got to dance the prince least year." He states proudly smiling, Clarisa dicides to smile back at him. "Have you gotten any major role yet?" he then asks the blond without hesitation. This was good, he was opening up to her. Clarisa nods she did infact dance on stage a vew times before, the academy tries to get there girls in as many outside ballets as possible for what reason was a mystery to Clarisa. "I did the little swans a million times and i got to be the sugar plum fairy once and i did the Queen in sleeping beauty last summer." Clarisa almost casually gives out. "You must be very talented for such important rolls." Viktor voices not seeming too interested in the conversation Clarisa assumes that is because she talked about her, even tho he asked. It was almost half six as she turns the key to open the appratment door Natalia was still out her shoes wheren't here and so was her jacket. Great. The only good thing was Clarisa could watch what she wants on the tv and thats exactly what she does. After one and a half hours of waiting the door opens making a cracking sound Clarisa turns around to face Natalia, the redhead carries a rather large bag of groceries. "I hope you like pizza." the woman states smiling at Clarisa whilst she starts to clear away the groceries, Clarisa quickly starts to help her before they put the frozen pizzas in the oven.

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It was the last day of Clarisas mission in moscow, in the last six days she achived to get closer to Victor, she woulden't say that she was his friend but the two of them where close enought so that a conversation would last longer then two minutes and thats all Clarisa would need. Yesterday she hid her Pistol in the Teachers Bathroom, only for if she would need it ofcourse. As Clarisa leaves the house for school, she checks if her Widow bites are not too noticabal and that the cloroform was in the right pocket so she could access it quickly. Everything is at it's designated place this was good, altho she was a bit nervouse Clarisa was somewhat confident in her ablilites and the fact that she just wasent allowed to fail would probably help her to not mess up. As she leaves the terraced house she takes everything in one last time, as this is the last day she would walk out of this house, the academy send coordinates and a time to the burnerphone Clarisa got when she started the Mission. Today at 18:00 she would get picket up by the Redroom, she still wonderd how she should get her target to follow her to the designated place but she surley would fiugre it out. Otherwise she still has her backup plan wich definitly had more flaws then success rate so she tecnically couldent fail her first plan. Clarisa takes a few deep breaths before she turn around the corner and walks into the huge Theater Building, today they would only have Ballet and PE. Wich she liked, they allready had to do so much theoretical stuff at the Academy. Clarisa swiftly hangs her coat onto the coat rack befor changing into the proper shoes. She greets Victor as she spots him also arriving, he also greets her. She was a tiny bit sorry for him as she tought about acctually having to sedate him, she also diden't know what they would do to him after she showed up at the agreed location but she chooses to not waste a tought on that. The group of 20ish students rushes to "Classroom 5" wich is one of Countless ballet studios at the large theater, the first half of the session they would train in normal ballet slippers before changing into there point shoes. Those children haven't been en Point for too long, 2 months at most. But Clarisa, she has danced en point for roughtly a year now and she was three years younger than those children, here she was cherrished for her oustanding technique regarding ballet. Some of the Other students where jealous of her even tho she has only been here for 5 days. Still she felt important and somewhat supirior of the other even tho in realitie she was the youngest in the room. A strange tought formed in her head, *what if this is wrong. What if the academy is not as good as they make them selves?* as she takes her spot on the barre she quickly dispenses of it. It woulden be of any use for her anyways. As the teacher commands his class trought the varriations on the barre Clarisa mentaly is already two steps ahead, she goes trought her plan over and over and over agian whilst effortlessly and almost flawlessly performing the warmup and later the center training. The Teachers voice becomes a static background noise as he shouts the commands out into the room.

*After lunch we only have PE, luckly the school only has one collective changing room and Victor is fairley slow when chainging from his PE clothes into his normal one. I will use the sleeve of my jacket to knock him out with the cloroform wich i put into the right inside pocket of the jacket. Victor will probably be the last person the leave the room like always so i can just wait around for the others to leave. The janitors take about twenty minutes before reaching the gym, this is the timespan i have to excit the school trought the hind door wich only opens with a master key. The master key i copied on Tuesday is hidden in the spair pair of pointshoes in my bag, i have to remember taking it out before PE starts. Unfortunatly school ends at 17:30 wich means i have to rush to come to the checkpoint in time. The document states that Victor wights somewhere around 25kg, wich should be doable.*

Clarisa thinks her plan trought whilst dancing alongside the others, when the teacher passes she gets nervouse, but he just nodds pleased by her performance. This was strange for her, at the academy the teachers always found something to criticise. She couldent get used to this, this evening she will be back at the Redroom. The two houres go by at the blink of an eye, today Clarisa wouldent eat lunch she had to prepair, she sneaks into the Teachers Toilett to retrive her Pistol plus silencer wich she put into her gym bag before quietly sneaking out again. She unlocked the teachers entrance to the gym, taking some rope wich they normaly would use for ropeclimbing or something. She would use the rope to tie up Viktors hands so she had good controle over him. She lockes the door behind her as she walks out of the gym having put the rope in her bag just seconds prior. Then she joines the hoard of children on there way into the changing room. As she sits down to change into the proper shoes and gym clothes she takes a deep breath, this had to be flawless. Even tho she had two hours of PE before having to outact her plan she was rather nervouse. The Teacher made one or two comments on why the blond was so tens, Clarisa lied and said that it was because she had a family meeting after school. The lie was seemingly good enought as the theacher diden't question her any further. The rest of PE was rather normal, they played a few games, one girl started to cry, she ran against a wall because she was distracted. As the girl stood there and cried Clarisa observed her, she tought the girl was pathetic and childish. Luckily she was good at keeping a pokerface otherwhise her face would have given away how almost disgusted she was by the crying child. It was moments like those when she realised how different she truely was, how much she changed from the girl she once was. Not too long after, PE was over and all of the children ran towards the changing room, all of them except Clarisa. She walked rather slow, gazing at the gym one last time taking a deep breath to remember the smell as best as she could, the feeling of the old parquet floor beneth her feet that cracked and gave in with every step she took on it. She wanted to remember her time as a normal child, before she walkes trought that door and had to be an adult again. The agonising smell of sweat punches her in the face, this was one thing she appreciated at the academy, it never smelled bad in the training rooms, the smell was always nutral. Clarisa quickly changes into her normal outfit, she doesen't keep her eyes off of Viktor. Now most of the Children start to leave to room, carefully Clarisa takes out the small bottle of cloroform and drences her sleevecuff in it, she also places the gripp of her pistol to slightly peak out of the duffle bag, just in case. As the last kid leaves the changing room she walkes up to Viktor starting smalltalk with him, the cloroform wouldent kick in instantly so she had to attack at an unforseen moment.

"The new varriation we learned was pretty difficult don't you think?" she starts the conversation, Viktor nods.
"It wasen't too bad but not easy either." he casually said, rather unintersted.
"What was the most difficult thing for you?" she then asks getting ready to strike.
Viktor opens his mouth as Clarisa jumps behind him pressing her cloroform drenced sleeve agianst his face, the boy tried to bite her. But it was to late the effects of the sedativ allready started to kick in. It was this exact moment where Clarisa noticed that to kidnapp the boy, she woulden't have had to befriend him first. Did she fail? Did she do the objective wrong, just because her takedown diden't envolve fully befriending him? She dident know but could only hope that that was not the case. She layed the unconciouse boy down on the floor before tieing his hands toghter with the rope she grabbed earlier before taking her duffle bag, she then starts to drag the boy trought the gym to use the teachers exit wich should be unatendet now. She swiftly grabs the master key she forged to quietly unlock the door, luckiely no one was around. She grips onto the still unconciousse Viktor and draggs him to the nearest exit wich was opposite of the teachers entrance to the gym. Clarisa opens the door that leads outside, as she peeks trought it, she spots mostly parents collecting there children as well as older students on there way home. It was risky to go out, but even riskier to stay inside, a janitor or even a teacher could come her way every minute now. Clarisa quickly dicides to wait for the majority of people to leave befor moving to the pickup point. Only a few minutes later most of the schools yard was now empty. Perfect. Clarisa grabs Viktor tightly befor opening to door just so they both could easily slip trought then she starts to walk rapidly to the next side street that looked a bit suspiciouse. Carrying the uncunciouse boy was certanly exhausting but it was menagable. In a sidestreet near the pickup point Viktor slowly starts to gain conciousnesse again, wich was not good but the cloroform was allready empty and the jacked she used to administer it to the boy was left in a bin at the school. She could probalby use the widowbites but she diden't know if that was a good idea, it probalby wasen't so she swiftly grabbed her Pistol and pressed it to the boys side.

"If you don't keep quiet and behave i will shoot you." she sharply wispers in his ear. He seemingly was still too groggy to fully fathom what was going on. Viktor just gets dragged along wich was perfect for Clarisa, she woulden't have to threathen him too much in this state. After a quick look onto the burnerphone she finally sets eyes on the right side alley, she would have to hurry as in five minutes the redroom would show up to collect her, Natalia and Viktor. She rushes over to the rather dark alley next to a depressing looking appartment complex. As she gets there Viktor starts to struggle. Calrisa preses the pistol into his side.

"Don't make a sound." she threatens him, tears start running down the boys face he looked terrified. *Where is Natalia* Clarisa asked herself whilst looking for the redhead but she was no where to be found. The last time she saw the woman was yesterday evening, this morning she was allready gone, Clarisa tought she probably needed to go out early for her mission and would come back to the pickup point. But she wasen't here wich was concerning to say the least, she liked Natalia because she was not as harsh as everyone else from the academy and she tought she could at least see her one last time when they would get taken back. But she wasen't here. It was only her and the terrified only half concious crying Viktor. As they stood there and waited Clarisa had to cover to boys mouth with her hand so he wouldent start to scream, taking best efforts to not get bitten by him. What feels like an eternety later a black SUV parks right infront of the two children, the backdoor opens and Clarisa shoves her target in before getting into the car herself. Once in the car Clarisa releases a breath she diden't even know she was holding, she also allowed herself to relax a bit as Viktor get's sedated once again by a man in a black uniform who's sitting in the far left backseat of the car. The girl turnes her head to look out of the car window taking in the beautifull snow coverd city outside the car window her toughts wandering amelessly but always bringing her back to the same topic wich surprisingly wasen't her mission or the academy but Natalia. Why wasen't Natalia in the car with them, the passenger seat of the black skoda was empty it probably was Natalias place. At least thats what Clara figured. Her trail of tought was interrupted as out of the corner of her eye she sees the man getting something out of his pocket. She quickly gives him her undevidet attention gazin sharply at him, the man hands her a small bottle of what was probably water. Clara knew what that ment, she glances out of the window for the last time before chugging the not really tasty luqid.

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Clara gains conciousness once again in a dark room with black walls and a big projected screen on the front, the room was filled with 12 girls including her. Each of them sitting on a singe table wich looks like a school table and a wooden chair, nothing fancy. Some of the girls still have there hads lay ontop of the table, still knocked out by the sedativ they where given. Projected on the wall where the Mission reports for all of them, altho Claras vision was still a bit blurry she could spot Kamilla on the table next to her and Addison in the first row on the far right. She was relived that both of them where here and alive.

"Attention!" shouts Madame, braking the utter silence of the classroom wich causes every single girl to flinch and sit up straight staring towards the front of the classroom. "You're mission was to befriend you're target before kidnapping them." Madame repeats. "Most of you had flaws, imperfections we can't accept. Some of you where mediocer, some of you where good and some even perfect but no one was Flawless. In my eyes everyone failed." echoes Madames hard voice trought the dark room only iluminated by the red gloom of the projector. Then the torture protocole gets projects onto the wall instad of the Mission reports.

"Why do we torture people?" Madame asks into the room.

Clara stands up after she raised her hand and Madame gave her a nod. "To get informations" she says before sitting down again.

Madame nodds, pleased. "Exactly, as you know killing somone is easy, but making them suffer, thats an art. And i expect you to perfect the art of torture." she voices. Claras eyes wieden, they should torture there targets. But what kind of torture, psychological, physological or something else? She diden't know but as soon as Madame starts to walk trought the rows of tables handing out files she was sure who they would have to torture. And she was sure that this was some sort of test. Madame stresses the girls to stand up before guiding them to a cell block, positioning each girl infront of a specific door. Claras heart was pounding, would she really have to torture somone? She only ever killed someone once and that was when they trained shooting, they had to shoot someone with a bag over there head. But torture, she wasen't sure if she coud do this, but if she woulden't be able to she would get kicked out of the programm. Her knees started to trembel as the heavy cell door slowly opend, her gaze sets on no one other then Viktor tied to a chair by his forarms and ankels by metal handcuffs. She takes a few hesitant steps inside of the room before the door closes behind her. The small cell diden't have any windows, but it had a drenage systhem and a very bright LED light on the celling and it was filled to the brim with all sorts of torture divices. Clara also noticed a camera, they where watching her. She releses her breath before taking a big breath, wich she probably shouldent have done. The room smells sickenly sweetish, that was the smell of death and blood and agony. It was terrible, her hands startet to shake as she nervously starts fiddeling with the document trying to open it wich was rather difficult with shakey sweaty hands. She finally opens the brown file wich states her objective. She should bring him to tell her everything about his parents, the file also states some basic infos about them. She just wanted to close the document as she reads the last scentence.

*The subject may be disposed after the interogation.*

This scentence gives Clara goosebumps, still with trembeling hands she sets the file down on a nearby empty table. The boys eyes diden't leave Clara, he stared hat her terrified. She just wanted to open his handcuffs and let him go, but she knew that she coulden't not if she wanted to live. It's him or her. She walks up to Viktor straing him in his eyes, hoping he woulden't see the fear in hers.

"What do you know about you're parents buisness?" she asks him in the most intimidating voice she could do at the moment.
"What?" Viktor asks in a high pitched voice.
"Tell me everything you know about the buisness of you're parents." She states now in a louder tone that makes the boy flinche. He looks at Clara, seemingly thinking about what he sould say, Clara dicides to walk over to a table taking a pair of scisscors and walking back to stand infront of the boy. He was rather aroggant and his looks mattert much to him, so Clara dicides to start by cutting off large chunks of his light blond hair. She roughtly takes a strand and places the scisscors near his sculp. "Tell me everything you know!" she urges, the boy starts to cry and Clara starts cutting the strand of hair in to front of his forhead, it falls onto the boys lap as he gazes at the large strand of hair. Anger starts to show on his face as he glares at Clara, more tears stream down his face and his ears turn red. "You dumb pice of shit, i will punch you till you can't stand anymore!" the boy stars to scream and kick his feet. Clara takes hold of another large chunk of hair. "Tell me everything you know!" she orders the raging boy thigtening the grip on his hair. He squikes in pain as she pulls on his hair "They have a tech buissness i don't know any more, my father doesen't tell my anything else!" he screams still kicking his feet. Clara again starts to cut the pice of hair off as she get an idea. She diden't want to hurt him, she really diden't so she would try to break him so she woulden't have to. The blond walks over to a table wich displays a radio, she then takes a CD off of the table and puts it into the CD recorder.

We are Foot,- slog,- slog,- slog,- slogging over Africa, foot,- foot,- foot,- foot,- slogging over Africa. Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- moving up and down again there is no discarge in a war.

Stars to blur out of the speakers of the radio, the CD Clara put in was a seven hour loop of the "Boots" poem by Rudyard Kipling. They learned that it was used on American and Russian soldiers to train them to whithstand psychological torture, or to torture someone. Madame made them sit trought one hour of just listening to the poem. Some of the girls if not most of them almost went insane,weirdly Clara found it rather relaxing, to her the poem almost soundet like a lullaby.

Seven, six, eleven, five,

Clara times her steps to the beat of the poem, walking towards Viktor the scissors still in hand as the boy gazes at her with both anger and fear in his unnaturally blue eyes. "Tell me everything you know!" she orders speaking in the beat of the poem. The boy shakes his head in terror as Clara grabbs yet another chunk of his hair.

Nine and twenty miles today, four, eleven, thirthytwo the day before. Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- moving up and down again there is no discarge in a war.

Clara grips his hair tightly as she cut trought more and more hair at once, questioning him over and over what he knows but the boy just continues to shake shis head. As was was at the last strand of hair on his head he finally opens his mouth "My Grandpa is the founder of the company, but my dad took it over last year." the boys voice shook as Clara cut the very last pice of his hair, leaving him practically bold. "That wasen't too difficult or was it?" she almost praises him, she had a plan and her plan was to break this boy, just for the sake of not having to hurt him. "Now tell me more." she commands again, but now in a more sweet sounding voice. But the boy just stares at her, his gaze was harsh and full of hatred. "Fine" Clara just says before walking up to the table the boys file lies on before walking behind his chair so he couldent see her.

Don't,- Don't,- Don't,- Don't,- look at what's infront of you. Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Moving up and down again. Men,- Men,- Men,- Men,- Men go mad with watching em there is no discarge in a war.

Clara waits and reads the file of the boy, searching for something to give her a emotional pressure point. She let's the poem run in the background, one then two then three then four times before giving up on her search. She herself coulden't really get much out of him when she casually talked to him in school and Viktor diden't have any close friends she could ask about him. No one would tell her anything, the only informatione she had where from the file and what she found in the internet, wich was practically nothing. She was leaning against a wall right behind Viktor gazing at him as he cried, shook his head moved his feet or tried to free his hands. She watched him struggel as he slowly decendes into madness. One rerun of the poem later she walked up to one of the tables, put down the document and walked up to her victime once more. Kneeling down before him to take his shoes off. She tossed the trainers into a corner of the room before getting a bucket of ice cold water pouring it over his feet. The boy tried to move away from the cold but was hindert by the chair. Clara set her now hard gaze onto his face, "tell me" she mouthes towards the shivering boy. The cell was sheer cold, Clara herself was freezing in her hoodie and jeans, so Viktor must be even colder in his gym shorts and t-shirt.

Count,- count,- count,- count,- the bullets and the bandoliers. If,- youre,- eyes,- drop,- they will get atop of you. Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Moving up and down again. There is no discarge in a war.

She wanted to pour the cool liquid all over the boy, but she coulden't if she really had to hurt him, wich was most probably the case. The cold would numb his body, making him feel less pain. This was something she could be punished for, this was still a test and she was still a student. "I want my mummy." the boy quietly whines, Clara sights. She too wantes her mummy, but she better then anyone knew that the both of them probably woulden't ever see ther mum again. Anger sparked in the girl, anger towards the academy. "Look, if you won't tell me i will have to hurt you. Do you wan't that?" She asks her now bald hostage, once again the boys face was set in pure terror. "I really don't know any more. Please." he pleads, begging Clara to not hurt him. *Mabey he tells the truth* Clara thinks, but even if he would tell the truth she could not stop. Not until he really told her everything or until he was dead. They woulden't let her out of this room beforehand, and even if they would. She diden't want to fail, Clara wanted to live even at the cost of an innocent live. She diden't have a choice, she walked towards the table with endless tongs, hammers, saws, knives, needels and counteless more things on it. She grabbed some small tongs, her hands trembeling at she takes hold of the cold metal object. She had to do this, there was no other way. Her grip around the object hardend as she walked toward her terrified hostag whos gaze was set on the tool in her hand. Claras gaze was cold, she bannished all of her emotions into one of the corners of her body, she coulden't show weakness. She once again kneeld down before the boy taking one of his fingers in her hand getting a good grip on one of his fingernals with the tongs. "They make good money with the company, they provide tech for some of the most important places in Russia." Viktor tells in a shakey voice. "And?" asks Clara. The boy bites his teeth togther "And Father told me they made a good deal with the Mafia not too long ago." he shouts into Claras ear. The hint of a smile forms on her lips, she sets the tonges down, glad she diden't have to pull out one of his fingernails.

We,- can,- sit,- out,- hunger, thirst and wearinesse. but,- not,- not.- not,- not the cronic sight of some Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Moving up and down again. There is no discarge in a war.

"What mafia?" Clara asks, looking Viktor in his eyes, the only thing she saw in them was terror. "I- i don't know."
"Don't lie to me!" Clara screams at him, getting a good grip on one of the boys fingernails and rippeng it out with force. The boy screams in pain, curling his fingers and almost laying his head into his lap. Clara dropped the bloody fingernal onto the ground as she saw the heavy bleeding finger off the boy, she started to understand what she just did. Her eyes widend and her hands started to shake once again. Why did she do this, she diden't want to hurt him, so why did she hurt him? Because she had too. She started to hate herself for it, for doing something she diden't want to do, but was rather forced too if she diden't want to pay with her live. "I'm sorry." she mouthed, knowing the boy coulden hear her as he sits there and sobbs, still screaming. Clara wanted to cry, she just wanted to start crying. But she coulden't not because they where watching her but jsut because she just coulden't her body diden't allow her to cry. She quickly took a deep breath steading her shaky hands, she had to continue otherwise she would be punished. "What Mafia?" Clara asks her hostage harshly. "I don't know!" the boy screams between his shakey breaths and sobbs. Clara knew that he probalby told the truth, so she had to ask different questions, to get more answers. "What did they sell to them?" she questions Viktor.
"Microchips" he quickly responds.
"And?"
"And i don't know what else!"
Clara clinges to the tongs as she brings them down, the metal objcet crashes down on the boys fingers. As a respons he bowls in pain, tears once again start streaming down his pale face. His lips have turned blue, not from a lack of oxygen but from the cold.

Try,- Try,- Try,- Try,- to think of something different. Oh,- my,- god,- keep,- me from going lunatic. Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Moving up and down again. There is no discarge in a war.

Clara walks to the table to set the bloody tongs down, she stands infront of the countless torture devices. She could as well take a needle and poke it in one of his lungs causing a pneumo thorax. A collabsed lung, wich would bake breathing for him much much more difficult but she was unsure if that would really be a good option. She choose a small knive as her hostage catches his breath, his breathing was labored from screaming and crying. Clara diden't feel sorry anymore, it was mandatory, she needet those informations. As Viktor spots the kife in Claras hand he quickly takes a deep breath "They sold them a new Computer programm, and a few microchips at least thats what dad told me. He said that they paid good money for it and that he is proud to have made so much money!" the boy shouts. "I really don't know any more!" he urges. Clara just looks at him almost disgusted by him. She takes two big steps towards him placing the knife on his left forarm, slowly putting pressure on the blade, her hostage tries to move his arm but the handcuffs hinder him. "Please!" he pleads shouting in terror. But Clara doesen't stop, she presses the blade deeper and deeper into the boys arm, till she draws blood. Then she slowley moves the blade forwards. The boy starts to bawl, Clara knew that he knew something otherwhise she woulden't have been send on that mission. Or would she?

I,- have,- marched,- six,- weeks in 'Ell an' certify. It,- is,- not,.- fire,- devils dark or anything but. Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- Boots,- moving up and down again, and there is no discarge in a war.

By the time she reached his wrist she cut so deep into his forarm that the cut diden't even bleed, it was just white. Clara looked at the wound she produced, she diden't cut to the bone, but rather till she reached the subcutaenouse tissue, wich largely consists of fat and conective tissues. Viktor howled in pain, his voice sounds raspy and worn out, his eyes are glassy and red. Just as Clara took the blade off of his left forarm to place it on the other one the boy opend his mouth, more sobbs excaping. "They sold informations on the microchips, and a programm to get personall data from concorenting mafia organisations!" Viktor blaired out having to catch his breath after every word. Clara took a step back, pleased with her performance Madame would be happy with her, well happy was a strong word but she would probably be some sort of happy. Clara puts her now blood drenched knife onto one of the many metal tables in the cell, she also stops the CD. The sudden click of the door makes her flich, she quickly turns around to spot a guard that signs her that she is indeed done. As Clara leaves to room she once more sets gaze onto the now bald, crying and blood drenced Viktor, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards hinting towards a smile. Addison who waits outside accompanied by five other girls waves Clara to her. "The others are still in there, i'm curiouse what they did to there subjects." Addison says sounding eerelie cheerfull, wich throws Clara a bit off. But thats also just who Addi had become by now. It scared her a bit, to become like Addison if she hadent allready.
Madame was nowhere to be seen, so most of the girls use the time to talk to each other, Clara talked to Addison and later to Kamilla who came out of her cell about half an hour later than Clara. She had a undefiable look on her face "Is everything alright?" wispers Clara into Kamillas ear as the 9 year old sits beside her friend. Kamilla doesen't say a word, she just nodds and stares at the floor. Clara dicidet that she just shoulden't ask, sure she diden't enjoy having to torture Viktor but she wasen't too touched by it either. Kamilla on the other hand seems to be sorry for what she had to do, at least thats what Clara tought about the strange behaviour of her friend.
It wasen't long after the last girl walked out of her cell that Madame joined the small class, walking them to the first cell. "Now we are gonna end our interogation." she declares handing the girl who tortured the child in the chair a gun. It was Bianca, that held the gun and aimed towards the head of the black haired child before pulling the trigger. "Good." Madame praises before walking towards the next cell. Claras adrenalin peaked, she would have to shoot Viktor. She wasen't sure if she could, she allready tortured him, killing him woulden't be much harder would it? As it came to Kamilla, getting rid of her hostage, she hesitated. She hesitated so much that Madame hit her, as she took aim she diden't even look at her target and her hand trembled. Only after another hit from the hand of the Madame did Kamilla shoot her target. For Addison on the other hand it of course was not a problem, she just took the gun, shot and gave it back to Madame who praised the brown haird girl. Then it was Claras turn, her knees became weak as she walked into the cell where Viktor laid his gaze upon her. As Madame handet her the glock the boys eyes wiedend he started to weep and plead, starting to repeat everything he told Clara when she interogated him, but still. The Blond tool aim, her hand was shakey but not as shaky as Kamillas was as she moved her finger towards the trigger she closed her eye.
"We look at where we are shooting!" Halled Madames harsh words, Clara suddenly opend her eyes befor pulling the trigger.

This evening at bedtime, seemingly no one could sleep the small dorm room was dark but not silent. Clara coulden't hear voices but she heard crackeling and creaking, wich was the other girl rolling around in there beds. Clara was tierd, she wanted too sleep but she just coulden't the screames haunted her and so did the smell and the sight of Viktors limp body tied to that wooden chair. She turned onto her side to face the wall starting to recite the poem she tortured her target with in her head. It gave her peace and in the end it brought her sleep, it may have been a bad sleep but it still was sleep.

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It was roughtly a year later, Clara was 10 now. They had been training for there upleveling test for the last six monthes. Theorie, Languages, Combat, Ballet, Gymnastics, Figure skating, Rockclimbing, Parcours, Skiiing, Driving, Flying, Horse riding, Montan Biking and much more. The test was huge, those who survive it will get moved into the next catigory and into a different facility in wich they will graduate the Redroom academy if they survive. The test was feard amongst the girls it was rumoured to be the hardest test in the whole of the academy. The worst was that for the competitive sports as well as some other subjects, the girls would be enrolled into real competitions and the scoring on that competition would dicide if you where worthy of ranking up or not. Stage fright would be quite litarelly you're death. Clara was fortunate she scored very well on most competitions she was send to, she even got an invite to join a national team one two many times. Weirdly no one was sorted out till now, everyone was still alive and somewhat well. Because of there skill the girls where mostly entered into competitions for children of the age of 12 and up, even tho most of them where only ten or mabey eleven years old. They still won every single competition, the first 12 slots where always only girl from the academy, no one else had a chance against them or so it seemed. Clara diden't know how many tests there would be till they would get ranked up. No one did, no one except madame, no one except the guards, no one except the General. This felt like an endless cicle of pain, suffering and anxiety, all of them wanted to be the best, all of them wanted to live. But they knew that not all of them would.

The small class of girl plus Ms.Novikov who was there Figure Skating teacher where on there way to St.Petersburg where they would compete in a national Figure Skating competition. Clara was nervouse altho practecing there routine multiple times and even getting to choose there own music and costume she diden't know if the judges would like her. When it came to sports like that, sports that where an artform as they where a sport the judges sometimes judge based on how much they liked an athelete or give vewer points just because they diden't like the music. She knew her technique was flawless but neither she nor the others could know what the judges taste in music or costumes was. Whilst on the bus that brought them to the city most of the girls studied, either they went trought there routine over and over and over again. Or they questioned each other in languages, or another subject that haden't been tested allready. Clara sat next to Kamilla with whom she spoke german to help her get trought her test. Altho beeing completly fluent Kamilla still had the slightest bit of Russian accent. Thats something they coulden't have, neither an assasin nor a spy could allow themselves to not speak the language of there possible target accent free. Time flew by till the group reached St.Petersburg at Sunrise, they drove for about twelve houres, the last vew houres before arriving where spent asleep to save as much energy as possible. Before entering the arena each girl was handet a landyard with a fake ID card, for this competition Clara was:

Lana Savlev
Age:13

They headded trought security before they where lead to the backstage where they could train, eat, drink and get dressed. As soon as they enterd the erea most of the girls saved themselves a locker where they put there duffelbags before tending towards warming up and stretching whilst Ms.Novikov had a eye on them. Kamilla who was under the alias of Anna Golgov and Lana sat on the floor togheter to stretch whilst they talked to each other. Luckily there where other girls from all over Russia in the same backstage erea wich ment no pusnishment for talking.
"I'm so nervouse" mutterd Lana
Anna nodds "I hope i won't forget my routine."
"Come on, you always say that before executing everything flawlessly."
Anna smiles whilst doing a middlesplit stretch.
"I know, still, i'm nervouse." she issued.
"You'll be fine, trust me Annushka."
Lana smiled at her friend who seemd to be a bit more relaxed now.
They talked as much as they could whilst warming up and eating, at some point Addison unter the alias of Daria joined in on there conversation. They started to talk about the most normal things in the world and still it was special to them. Getting to talk to each other like that was a feeling of freedom they diden't really know. But they wanted more of it. The food they had at competitons always was special, it tasted different, but good different rather then bad. Since beeing send to competitons the food was something to always look forwards too, whilst sitting in the restaurant and watching the nationals over the TV. The three of them where gossiping about the other partisapents, about how there technique was bad or how there programm was unaestethic. After lunch the class was led back to the backstage by Ms.Novikov, they should get dressed and ready, there "club" was next. Lana, Daria and Anna went to the changing room toghter. "I hate my costume" Daria cries. They had to sew there costumes themselves, not only to get better at sweing but to also get judged by not only there skating but also there sewing. Lana tries to reasurre her "I'm sure it'll look just fine." Daria nodds and rolls her eyes, she probably tought that she woulden't just look fine.

After succsessfully changing into there costumes and putting on there skates they walk towards the barrier where Ms.Novikov allready awaits them. Bianca was the first on of them to go onto the ice, as the girls and there trainer watched they started to judge there fellow classmate. Altho beeing better than most of the normal people at the competition, for academys standarts Bianca was performing badly. She tript after landing her jumps, her turns werent perfect, she wasent in sinc with the music and she diden't smile. Regardless of her many flaws after her performance she was the first in rank. Bianca came off of the ice, not saying a word she just sat onto a bench to watch the remaining girls. The next in line was Anna, her name was called over the speakers as she effortlessly glides over the ice and positions herself in the middle of the rink, the light darkens a spotlight iluminating her. Carol of the Bells, the song she choose for her skate programm started to blair trought the speakers as the brunette starts her routine. She looked beautifull in here darkblue sparkely attire, her hair in three intertwined chucky braids flowing freely as she spinns, jumps and turns on the ice claiming the first place for now.

"Now we greet Lana Savlev" the speaker announces, as Lana gracefully steps onto the ice. Her hair where braided into a traditional crown braid that sat tightly onto her head. She took a deep breath as the spotlight focused on her, this had to be perfect. The first few tones of "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence and the Machine started to play as Lana started to skate backwards starting her routine. Her Lightgreen and Darkred outfit simmerd and sparkled in the warm light as she slid over the ice making twists, turnes, jumps and slides. Always keeping a smile on her red lips wich compliment her outfit perfectly as she started to forget the world around her whilst flying over the ice. It was only her and the music. Skating to the best of her abilitys Lana went of the ice with the best rank of the day. Her smile a real one as she sits herself down next to her best friend. She was succsessfull.

The drive back to the academy was a long one, most of them sleept the first few houres beeing exhausted from the competition, unfortunatly Clara wasen't ranked first in the end but second. She was kind of mad at herself, she had to be the best but this time she wasen't as mad. She was mostly just relived that her friends also got a rather good score and wouldent face punishment back at the academy. Pressing her face against the cold car window the screams of Viktor echoed trought Claras mind, altho it has been a year if not longer his howls still haunt her. She closes her eyes and tries to think of something different, her tought landet on her mum who always held her hand on long car rides when she was small. How Clara would love to hold her mums hand right now, how much she wanted to cuddel her and never let her go. She clinged to the idea of getting to see her mum again, she diden't care if she would have to kill the interedy of russia. The tought of hugging her mum got her trought most of the really bad days at the academy and occationally helpt her to go to sleep. Back at the academy, Madame congratualted the girl who got first place. She also ancounched that this was the last competition they had to attend. Those where good and bad news at the same time, it would mean less stress and less touring across the whole country but it would also mean, more academy training and prossibly missions again. Clara sights, hoping madame woulden't catch her sighting, this ment less stress but also no more competition food, no more unbotherd conversations with Kamilla and Addison. It was a bittersweet feeling, or as near on a bittersweet feeling as Clara ever felt it. But they did not get a break, Madame got hold of a huge stack of papers wich she prompltly hands out. Infront of Clara lies a at least thirty pages long test and one pen, she writes her name onto the top left corner of the paper before tending to the first page wich was a advanced Russian grammar and wirting test. The first ten pages where dedicated to languages then came maths, science, cemistery, medicin and physics. The questions wheren't all in Russian, some of them where in Arabic, some in English, some in Korean and so on. Clara could have sworen she spend a whole day on the test, in reality it was probably just a vew houres. The room was ereelie quiet the only thing that could be heard was the pens wirting and the occational clicking of the pens. Once everyone set there pen aside the papers where collected by Madame who then ordert the class to go to there rooms. Once again almost no one could sleep properly, there where too tens, too anxiouse, what if they failed the test. Clara rolled from side to side, she wanted to bang her head against a wall. She was used to beeing stressed but this was a different kind of stress, this was the kind of stress that makes you want to pull out you're hair and break you're fingers. It was torture, not even the distant memory of Claras mum could calm her now. She diden't know what to do, she coulden't break her fingers, she needet them and she coulden't talk to the other girls.

We are foot,- slog,- slog,- slog,-

She started to wisper the Boots poem to herself, she did that sometimes altho beeing a rather disturbing pice of art it calmed her. She could cling to the words that echoed throught her mind and consumed her toughts till she finally fell asleep.

Once the lights flickerd on the next morning Clara almost jumped out of bed, her pijama was soaked with sweat wich was weird cause she diden't dream anything too bad. She quickly hopped in the shower before getting dressed and ready, breakfast was unusually quiet. It was allowed to talk at breakfast, lunch and dinner but today no one did wich felt wrong but she woulden't know what to talk about either. Kamilla had a hard time eating, Addison bolts her food down in no time and Claras eating luckily was almost not affected. Normaly they would have language class now but not today, a guard led to twelve of them into one of the wapon training rooms where Madame allready awaits them, when the girls where all lined up infront of the older woman she claps two times wich makes the girls flince ever so slightly. Clara rapidly scanes the room when she notices something odd on each side of the room where tables between the weapon shelves. She coulden't clearly see what was on those tables but it seemed to be some kind of medical equipment. "Today we will be training how to properly treat a wound after a knife fight, whilst also testing you're willpower." Madames voice coldy states. "Each one of you go and take a five centimeter blade." she orders. Everyone calmley goes to a weapon shelve on the wall and grabs the knife Madame ordert them to grab, after returning to there designated places the older woman takes a vew steps closer. Clara wondert what they should do, usually when they trained with knifes they used puppets or trainingknifes on each other. "You will now take the knife and make a incision in you're right tight, be carefull not to cut trought any arteries or muscles, you should know enought about anatomy to safely do that." she orders. The girls look at each other, wich results in Madame clapping two times again. Bringing the girls full attention back to her. Now everything made sense to Clara, there willpower would be tested by them having to hurt themselves in a specific way whilst having to think straight to not accidentally kill themselves and the medical equipment on the tables would probably be used to stitch themselves up after. "Begin!" orders Madame, most of the girls hesitate. Clara takes the knife to have a good grip on it before searching for the perfect place to make the cut, she had to be very carefull now because just like Madame said, she coulden't hit an artery or else she would bleed out in about 30 seconds. And if she would cut trought a muscle or even a nerve she would either loose sensation in part of her leg, and a muscle injurie takes a shit tone of time to properly heal. She dicidet that she would make the cut on the outside of her thight because there were fewer nerve endings wich meant less pain and less risc to hit a vein or an artery. She took a sharp breath in as she set the blaid onto her skin starting to percicely but quickly make a not too deep but also not shallow cut before dropping the knife onto the floor. At first she diden't really feel her injurie thankts to the adrenalin but it hurt nonetheless. When looking around the room Clara notices some of the girls still diden't do like they where told, when Madame moved over to them they quickly completet there task. Clara dicidet that she should put pressure on the wound, even tho it diden't bleed too bad.
"Good" Madame comments, "Now get a stitch kit from one of the tables." Clara hoists herself to her feet, limping over to the nearest table and grabbing one of the suiture kits from it, as she looks over to the girl next to her, Bianca, she notices that Bianca had tears in her eyes. Slowly but sureley Clara too started to really feel the pain caused by her injurie, she urges back into the middel of the room and sits herself on the floor again quickly opening the suiture kit. It came with a needle and thread as well as a bandage, gauze, a big bandaid and alcohol pads. She takes a second to check on Kamilla who was in the row infront of her, Kamillas hands where shaking and her breathing was rapid. Clara wanted to help her friend, she knew she was stronger than Kamilla, at least mentally but she coulden't help her not if she diden't want to face punishment. As the wound starts to pulsate and the pain gets more and more sharp and noticable Clara rips open the packageing of the alcohol pads. She bites her lip as her eyes start to tear up, she carefully rips her cream couloured tights to reveal the skin around the cut before cleaning it with the alcohol pad. She claws her hand into the floor as the alcohol pad glides over the cut's edges before putting it down with rather shaky hands. Clara then grabs the surgical needle and threat, she threads the needle and dicides what stitch would be best for that type of injurie.
She dicides on a running subcuticular stitch, it would have minimal scarring and be relativly fast in comparison to other sitiches fitting for the erea. As she pierces her skin a tear rolls down her cheek, this was not for the weak, she bites her teeth toghter as she continues to sew herself up. Quickly but carefully and percicely, altho her hands where shaking she fortunatly head relativly good controle over the needle. As she finnishes her stitch she cuts the thread before grabbing the relativly big if not huge bandaid to put it over the sown up cut, then she grabbs the bandage and bandages her leg. She lays down onto the training room floor, taking a vew deep breaths whilst hammering her hands against the floor. After aclimating to the pain she sits up again and checks onto her classmates. Addison just sits there concentraited, not a sign of pain or discomfort on her face. Kamilla silently cring whilst still putting pressure on her allready bandaged wound and Bianca who's struggeling with her suiture kit. Some of the other kids cry as well, most of them allready finnished with there job now clarly in pain. Madame now possitioned herself behind Bianca looking over the girls shoulder as she finnishes her stitch.

After all children completet there task succsessfully she orders them to there feet, most of the girls including Clara try to stand on there left foot instad of there right one as it still hurts. Madame leads them to the normal traning room "Go and change" the kids look at her, confused, how shoud they fight with an injurie like this? Very carefully Clara changes into her fighting attiere, quetioning why they would have fighting class now off all times, deep down she knew why. As the girls line up inside the training room Madame beginns to speak once again " We will now put you're fightingskills to the test, i will pare you up into teams of two." she starts her scentence. "And you will fight till the end." A audible gasp travells trought the room, they girls knew what that meant. Fear starts to spread amongst the class of children, who would they get partnert up with. All of them hoped for a easy opponent "Bianca you will spare with Katya" Biancas eyes wieden, Katya was the better fighter, hesitantly the girls step into the middle of the room both getting ready to fight. There stance is a bit unbalanced and they seem rather carefull no the put too much weight on there leg. This test was diabollical. Katya went for the first punch but Bianca blocked her, the first few minutes of the fight where painefull to watch. Both girls where rather carefull, they diden't want to really get near each other till one punch really struck Katya broke Biancas nose. Thats when Bianca seemingly woke up, her eyes focuse more on her opponent and she seemingly takes a better stance before going for a kick. It hits. Katya was so surprised she was unable to block her opponents strike and was therefore hit in the ribs. After a vew more moves Katya gets headlocked by Bianca who now looks at Madame whilst Katyas eyes are full of fear as she tries to escape the deadly grip. Madame nodds. Katya is dead.

Clara watches the fight between the two girls with both fear and antisipation, in her head she went trought everything they learnt in here four years at the academy. As Kamillas name gets mentioned she turns her attention to the middle of the room, hoping her friend would get a weak fighter.
"Clara"
The blond freezes as she hears Madame call her name, she had to fight Kamilla?! She coulden't just, kill her, this girl was the only friend she had. As she limps into the middle of the room she looks at Kamilla who is visiblie scared before gazing over to Madame, her grin tells Clara everything she needet to know. Madame planed this, she knew of ther friendship and now Clara had to pay for it. This was her price. Clara tensed up once standing infront of her best friend, adrenaline flooded her body, it was her or Kamilla, one of them was gonna live. Only one of them. Madame gave them the signal to begin, both just stared at each other before Kamilla took initative. Clara doged her friends attack, her mind racing a Million kilomiters a second. Kamilla was the weaker one, generally speaking. When she lived she wouldent have a big chance of acctually compliting the programm. But did that really matter? She definitly could give her a few more months by sacraficing herself. But was that worth it. She was trained to kill, would Kamilla be punished if Madame would see if Clara let her friend win? Clara diden't even block Kamillas attack, the punch landet straight in her face. Claras cheek started to feel numb. Both of the girls hold an intense eyecontact, in Kamillas eyes the only thing there was, was fear. But in Claras eyes ther was guilt, fear, excitment, toughtfullnesse but mostly anger. How did they dare to ask her to kill her friend that had became like a sister to her over the years. Clara clenches her fists, what should she do. Statisticly she had the better chances to survive in the academy, to make it to the top and become a world class spy. And to revenge Kamilla and all of the others. But thats only because of Kamillas mental strenght wich was almost non existent at this point. When it came to strenght and everything else Kamilla was the best, she was even better then Addison. The next time she looked into her friends eyes, she almost diden't recognize her. Kamilla seemd to have made a decition. Kamilla was the one to make it out of this fight, she was the one to win. The girl took initiative and attemptet to sweep her opponents feet. But Clara was fast she took a step aside counter her friends attack. It was her or Kamilla who was now in fighting mode, the girl troke again and again and again. Clara was on top of her feet as she swiftly counterd all of Kamillas oncoming attacks. It was when her friends foot grased her nose there she knew Kamilla would kill her if she had too. Clara turns as her nose starts to bleed, she carefully put her hand up to her face, her nose was broken it was crocked. She quickly turned to face her opponent again, this had to end. She had no other choice, this was her or Kamilla.

And Clara choose herself.

Kamillas fighting was ruled by fear, it had no distingued technique or plan. Clara quickly got ontop of her fighting, she blocked all of Kamillas attacks to get near her before executing one of the academys sigature moves. She flung her legs around Kamillas neck catapulting herself up onto her friends shoulders before using the momentum to rush down towards the floor, her legst still tightly wrapped around the burnettes neck turning in the process. When landing on the floor she positions her legs slightly different, as Kamilla hit the floor Clara could hear a bone chilling crack before her friends body felt limp between her legs. She quickly let go stepping back a few steps tears burning in her eyes. Madame nods pleased by what was presented to her as two guards came in to dispose Kamillas body. Clara stept back into the row the girls had formed, she took stance next to Bianca who shot her a sympathic glance. Tears where burning in Claras eyes, her whole body was tens as she stared at the wall. Clara feelt empty the only thing that was filling the void was more anger. As the next body was brought out of the room Clara diden't even feel her guilt even more, the only thing there was was rage that told her that she had to survive this programm, she would be the one to get revenge and in order to do that she had to survive.

This had to be done.

This evening she diden't returne to her room, she and the 5 remaining girls got lead to a familiar place wich ofcorse had to be there old dorm. Where they spent the first two years of the academy. Each of them where handet a pair of small black pijamas with the red hourglass in the front. It was not only the five of her class it was also fifteen other girls with them, each of them holding a pair of childrens clothing. The big metal door opend and the girls strided in, forming a perfect row and walking in rythem with each other. Inside the barracks where twenty little girls afraid and not sure what would await them. Claras heart broke at the familiar sight, as she handet the little girl her pj's she squezzed her hand, the small girl smiled at her. Clara was the last one in the row, before the doors closed she took a sharp turn to face the crowd of girls.

"Welcome to the Redroom"

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The new location was very different from where Clara was before. There where no cutsey girly unifroms, all of the girls wore a plain grey training suit. Clara also had her own room now, well not really a room but more of a cell. Still privacy was privacy after all. The training was harder then ever, mistakes where not allowed. The new Madame, Madame B was harsh even more then the old Madame, Clara diden't even know that someone could be more harsh and coldhearted then there old Madame. It took time to get used to the new facility and its rules, Clara wasent treated as a girl anymore but as a woman. She had to go on Missions friquently altho rather tame the missions still sometimes got stuck on her mind. Sometimes she even felt guilty, just taking peoples lives so she could live on.

One faithfull day, they had practiced advanced hacking when all of a sudden Madame B storms into the room urging the girls to look at a news channel. Clara quickly tiped the name of the Russian news service into the searchbar of her computer klicking on the livestream as she set sight on the link. She coulden't belive what she saw in the news broadchast. Aliens in New York!? A small group of superheros calling themselves "The Avangers" batteling against said aliens. This had to be a joke, right? A murmur of disbelive, excitment and curiosity went trought the room. Clara staired at her screen, a man in red and gold armor flied trought the sky shooting the ugly, purpleish creatures with what seemed like a repulsor canon. Then the camera switched, Clara set eyes on a familliar looking woman with red hair who wore what seemed like a Widows suit. This was strange, even stranger then the aliens, a blackwidow agent? In New York, with this new group fighting a bunch of aliens. As they showed a close up of the womans face Clara recognized her instantly. This was Natalia, her fake sister Natalia who was a Redroom graduant.

Why was she out there?

Was she on a Mission?

Did they get her into the group to spy on them?

So many questions and so little answers. Once Clara tought over the seemingly random dissapearance of her Make belive sister, it all made a bit more sense. She was on a different mission then Clara at the time, probably having to liquidise someone. Mabey she got out, somehow, she was one of the best here after all. Clara clinged to the hope this gave her, the hope that she too could escape from this place on day. Her toughts raced even as Madame B shoutet variouse commands, directing the girls to find everything they could about this new group. Clara noticed that the Madame also recognized the seemingly former Blackwidow agent amongst the five men on the news. As the older woman gazed at a screen her eyes narrowed as the redhead was shown shooting aliens with two pistols, each in one hand. "Track her down." orders Madame.

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The girls where lined up, twenty of them stood next to each other in millitary persicon. Each of them wearing a grey uniform, each of them with one tight dutch braid down there head, each one with a disgusting fake smile on there lips. There they stood in a posh room full of polished wood and marble flooring. The hughe double door swings open and the girls collectivly start to hold there breath, eyeing the older man that just enterd the room. A disgusting grin on his fat face eyeing the girls as if they where his as he walks to the center of the room stoping right infront of the girls. No one dares to lay her eyes on him, everyone knows who he is and therefore fear him. Clara dares to lift her gaze, as her eye focouse on the pig like man her stumace turns, this was the man that made them.

This was the general.

"Get undressed" echoes his deep but strangly warm voice trought the wooden room. Clara hurries to take off her sweater then her shirt, some of the girls hesitate. Not even a minute later all twenty of them stand before the pig like man with gold chains around his neck and a durty grin only in there underwear. The man shakes his head in disapointment, "everything" he orders his deep voice wiardly calm. Then he turns around to grab a metal ruler that sits on the desk behind him. Some of the girls struggle, hesitate they completly undress themselves with shakey hands whilst there gaze restes on the floor. As the General turns around again he walk up to the first girl, his gaze lingering on her naked body as he scanes her, then he moves on to the next girl in line, he tilts her face up with the cold metal ruler, she still dosent dare to look hin in the eyes. "Hands" he comments with a spinechilling harshness in his voice. The girl flinches, she pulls her shoulders up and turns her head to the left. The General harsly grabbs the girls wrists bringing them up so the girls has to hold them, plams up, infornt of her body. Her hands shake as she forces herself to keep her fingers straight and her palmes upen and upwards. The ruler makes a rought sound as it comes to conatct with the girls palms.
As the General stops infront of Clara she can almost feel his gaze wandering across her bare body, she bites her teeth and clenshes every muscle in her body, a faint ringing in her ears. She wanted to rip this mans eyes out before tearing every muscle in his body and breaking his every bone, the only thing that stops her from doing so is pure terror of what this man is capable of doing. The generall takes a step to inspect the next girl, Clara realeases a breath she wasen't even aware of holding as her body relaxes a bit before she flinces at the sound of the metal ruler.
An undefinable amount of time passes before the man takes stance infront of the girls again, he commands them to look at him, wich they do. "The ones that allready started there period, rase you're hand." he commands. Some of the girls raise there hand but most of them don't, Clara doesen't.

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A vew days later the blond findes herself in the lobby of a very expensive hotel, equiped with a fake identity, a burner phone and a mission. She sits on a lether couch, the main entrance in sight wearing a ankel long sparkely dress that makes her look mature as well as complimentary makeup and heels, her curls flowing freely over her shoulders. At the sight of a man in a suit she leaves her seat and walks up to him, this was her target, a fiftythree year old company owner. Dyed brown hair, shaved beard in a fitted suit, aproximattly 1,80cm or 5,11ft tall. They meet in the middle of the lobby as the man eyes her, she holds her hand up for a handshake, he kisses the top of her hand. They walk into the hotels restaurant where the waiter sits them on a table for two, the candel in the middle of the table as well as the dimm light gave the place a romantic atmosphere. As Clara reads the menue she mentally goes trought her mission again. Only the tought of it send shivers down her spine, she wasen't sure if she could eat anything, but she had to, just so HE woulden't notice anything off about her.

"Just a water for me and i'll take a beef tartaré for starters." she oders her food, her target giving her an approving nod. He thinks Clara is a 14 year old stemming form a rich familie that wants to make buisness with his company. But she just needed his buissnes intel. At diner, the company owner talks almost all the time and Clara listens carefully, making sure to remember anything that she either needed for the mission or could use against him.

"Tell me something about you."
demands the man in a gentel yet rich voice.

Clara hesitates for a moment, sure she knew her fake backstory but something inside her diden't want to continue this mission. Deep inside she just wanted to either shoot her target or get the intel trought a different way. She diden't want this mission to end as planned.

"What do you wan't to know about me?"
she asks doing her best to sound sweetish, mature, confident.

"What is you're favourite subject at school?"

"Cooking"

Her favourite subjects, hobbies, even her favourite colour or what she would order this evening was perfectly currated to his liking. The man nods approvingly, a slender smile forms on his dry lips.

"And what do you do for fun?"

"I like dancing Ballet and i play the Violine."
That wasen't even a lie.

"Good, good and have you had FUN yet?"
The man says winking at her almost seductivly.

A cold shower runns down Claras spine, she was supposed to say something but she just coulden't it was like her mouth had dried out so she just shakes her head shyly. Her target nods.

"Let's fix that then, sall we?"
His grin is awefully disgusting, off putting. Clara just nods, this time she coulden't fully hide her discomfort reagerding her current situation. Luckily the man doesen't notice.

Over the span of eating dessert her target gazes lustfully at Clara, therefore her stumace turns and the bites of otherwise delicouse dessert became terribly hard to swallow. The food at the academy tastet way worse, to her advantage. That had teached her to eat even when she was utterly disgustet by something or in this case, someone. The time passed way to fast for her liking, it has allready been one and a half houres since they got there starter course.
The man pulled his wallet out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket paying the hourendously expensive food before placing his hand on Claras lower back guarding her towards the hotels elevator, his hand occationally slipping down a bit before moving back up again. Clara was unbelivaby uncomfortable in her current situation, her whole body tenses as the two of them enter the decadently gold elevator. Her fingers claw around the elevator railing, seeking stability as the man layes his arm around her waist. His hand way to big in realtion to her child like body, the fake boobs made her look physically older than she was, her waist was still thin and for the age she should portray she was still small, even with heels.
The elevator makes a loud *ding* sound as it comes to a stop in the 5th floor, her target almost pushes Clara out of the cabin, his hand ever present on her lower back, his fingers gently stroaking her unusually tens back. The buissnessman leads her to a room with the numer 242-5 fumbeling the keycard out of his wallet, unlocking the door with a mecanical *klick* before he pushes the blond into the entrance of the large hotel room that almost looked like a appartment, a very expensive one. The floor in the entrance erea of the room was white and gold marble, the walls where white with dark wooden accents. As the man lures Clara further into the room, the floor turns wooden, a king sized bed rests in the aproximate middle of the huge bedroom, it's bedding was setain and in an elegant black. Clara and her target stand opposite of each other, he towers over the girl as she gazes around the room for him it looks like curiosety but really she was just looking for a eventuall hiding place for his corpse in case something went wrong. Just in case of course.

Clara gets backed up at the end of the bed by her target as he lures over her, if she woulden't know any better she would fear that the man would eat her whole. At least thats what his looks suggest to the seemingly innocent girl. He gently strokes the thick blond curles behind Claras ear, freeing her shoulders form the heavy hair before placing both of his hand on either side of the girls shoulders putting a slight bit of pressure on them. Clara presses against the force, trying to stand as upright as she can, her heart was racing but she was holding her breath. She knew what happend next, yet she hoped that this really was just a bad dream. Her target pushes her onto the huge bed, the girls legs hung over the edge of the matress, her heels bearly touching the floor. He grabs her left thight, lifting it up so her foot rests on the very edge of the bed, the middle aged man removes the highheel from her foot, taking a quick gaze under her dress before tending to the second shoe. Clara, resting on the matresse takes a deep breath discretly making sure the ring that was carefully placed on her left middle finger was facing in the right direction, she just had to make skin contact with said ring and her target and it would administer a rather fast acting sedative. Then she could steal the confidental documents the man hid in his room im peace before just vanishing from the face of the earth again. The sound of a ziper ripped trought the moment of silence as Clara stares at the hotel celing.

She feels the mans hands underneath her knees, all of a sudden she gets turned onto her stumace. A rush of adrenaline floods her body as she feels the heavy knees of the man push into the matresse between her now spread legs, a shiver jolts down her spine as she accomidates to the new situation, she would just have to administer the sedative litarilly behind her back. That couldent be to difficult. As the weight shifted more towards the center of the bed, hence Claras body she could feel a big, calloused hand at her wrist, picking it up before grabbing it's counter part. Her target brought both of her hand over her head pressing them firlmly against the matresse.

FUCK

Clara started to squirm, the man growls as he puts each one of his knees over each of Claras thights in an almost desperate attempt to stop her from moving around.

It worked

The backside of her dress gets pushed upwards, so the girls whole lower back was exposed a grin appears on the targets face as he leans vorwards. Clara squeacked as IT touches her inner tight gently, it was dry and warm. Gross. She could hear the man struggle, whilst she herself was struggeling. She tried to bend her wirst back as far as she could to hopefully have a change at sending her target to sleep, but the bulk pressed her hands so deep into the matresse that she diden't stand a chance, at least not now. The next time she felt his shaft it was strangly soggy, almost drippy of sorts.

The girl wimpers as he forces himself into her, tears start streaming down her cheeks at the wierd undiscribable pain she felt at the moment. She felt like she would burst open every moment, her palvis shattering in a millon pices whilst her tendons ripped appart and her insides got squished together only to rupture at the impact. With a sudden movement the girl felt a tearing pain inside her, she winces in pain, desperatly tring to move her body forwards to escape before her body broke. The man pulles himself out of her before rapidly moving forwards, it felt like Clara just took a 45mm to her intestense, probably even worse. She groans and sobs quietly forcing herself to concentrait she had to think straight to get out of this situation. Two movement cycles later she starts to press her hand as hard against the matresse as she could. As the mans shaft slid out of her once more the girl pushed her hands up with full force grabbing one of the mans huge hands, pressing the small needle that was hidden inside her ring directly into his arterie. Her target yelped confused before falling unconciouse.
Clara took one more deep breath, she channeld all of her energy to move the mans body off of her own, the mans body hit the floor with a dump sound in the processe. Clara quickly sits up, adjusting her underwear to where it belongs before clumsily sliding off of the bed.

The moment her feet made contact with the wooden flooring a sharp pain brougt her down on her knees, Clara groaned placing her hands over the lower section of her abdomen as she curled up in pain. She sat there for aproximitaly five minutes, crying then calming herself, using the cool flooring to ground herself to reality before pressig her soles against the parquett once again. She wonkily comes to a croocked stand, as she gazes at the floor, her vision blurry she notices red staines, not only on the floor but at her dress and her legst too. She was bleeding no wonder with the amount of pain she was in. As her eyes start to focuse themselves on a nearby cabinet, Clara remembers her mission she also remembers that she diden't have much time left before the sedative would stop working. She punches herself into her stumace, a wave of pain overcoming her but alongside the pain comes adrenaline and cortisol. Exactly what she needs now, the pain becomes less noticable as the girl takes a big step towards the cabinet opeining one drawer after another -nothing-, then she rememberd that most hotels have a safe somewhere. After opening countless cabinets a black metall box with a numpad blesses her sight, bingo.
After some thinking and a swift look into the bedside drawer she unlockes the safe to find the files she should recover. Her fingers wrap around the relativlie thin paper objects, she should leave, now! She sets the file down on a desk in the entrance way of the hotel room, taking a quick look in the mirror, she knew she coulden't leave the room or the hotel like this. Blood was running down her legs, staining her dress Claras makup had been ruined by her tears and her wirsts where bright red from the force the man had used to hold her down. In an act of quick thinking she sprints into the bathroom, hurrying out of her dress turning on the shower to wash off the blood and makeup. She dryed herself with a white towel, staining it in a pinkish red in the processe, now she needet new clothes. As she gazes over the bathroom her eyes stop at the sight of a shirt and suit trousers, this has to do she thinks as Clara slips into the way to big clothes. Luckily the trousers came with a belt to secure it around her waist and not having to worry to lose her clothing on the run. She grabbs the bloody towel before leaving the bathroom, putting on her hight heels again mopping the few drops of blood from the floor using the allready ruined white towel before quickly leaving the hotel room, putting the files into the inside of a suit jacket she grabbed before leaving the room.

She dispposed her dress and the towel in the garbage shoot, carefull to not dispose of her burnerphone wich she'll need now to contact the academy so they can come and collect her. She gets into the elevator pressing the button for the lobby, turning on the phone as the lift starts to move downwards sending a text message to the one phonenumber saved inside the old Nokia. The text marked as read, Clara took a deep breath in before releasing it again the pulsating pain in her lower abdomen becoming more and more noticable again, getting worse by the minute. Once the elevator reached the lobby, the doors slide opend accompanied by the *ding* of the elevator. Clara stumbles out of the cabin and in the general direction of the exit a black SUV directly outside of the hotels main entrance catches her attention. They where allready here to get her, she stumbles down the steps of the hotels outside main entrance getting ahold of the car doorhandle pulling it open with too much force practically falling inside off the viehicle closing the door before collapsing inside of the Car.

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It has been two mabey three weeks since Clara awoke in the infirmary of the academy her body was fully heald by now, but the escapades of her last target still stained her mind. She soon discoverd that most of her classmates also had missions like this. Contrary to the facility before, the girls where allowed to talk not only that, they where even allowed friendships, personal items and they had a room of there own. The Training also was greatly different, it focused greatly on practical things, instad of languages and cultures, wich still was taught occationally they learnd millitary strategie and tactics. Extendet weapon usage and tactical breaking and entering, they learned to not only kill but also to protect targets. For the first two months in the new facility the only new things they learnd where inteirly theoretical. Except this very specific mission of course.

As Clara got ready this morning she diden't find the usual Grey attire, wich was mostly used for everything that diden't involve physical activiety in her closet. No, she found black trousers wich looked rather durable and complimentary black compat boots as well as a very thightly fitting black tank top and a also thight fitting jacket with the academies emblem imprinted on its left upper side. That was not the only thing unusual, the day diden't start with weapon class as it normaly should. They room number that lit up on the display above her door wich indecated what room she would go to was completly foren to her. She diden't even know where that room was, but she quickly found out that it was jet another classroom equivalent.
Clara takes seat at the table labeld with her number, the girl that seats herself next to Clara wouldent even look at her. The identical black clothing complimentet her darker sin, her round face was delicatly framed by chin length black curls. A pair of almost unnaturally green eyes set on Clara "stop stearing!" issues the girl in a wisper with her deep velvety voice. Clara let her gaze flow over the rest of the class, some faces where familiar some she has never seen in her live. In the very front row she recognizes Addison, as her eyes laid on the Brunette when the sound of somone opening the door let her flinch. The Head misstresse walks in, her small shiney black heels clicking rythmically on the parquet floor as she talkes stance infront of the whole class.

"Good Morning, girls." she greets the class before the screne behind her lit up.
The Girls learned that for the next stage of the programm they are gonna get sortet into two catigores, Assasins and Spys.

"Assasins will be getting trained in the art of killing primarily, whilst Spys will obtain the knowlege to infiltrate and kill silently."

They also learn that they will be getting a "Partner in Training" for the next while. Clara swallow, she diden't want to imagen what they would have to do to that partner after the "next while" was over.

Head misstersse looks down on her table, she starts reading names.

Bianca
Emiliya
Clara
Esther
Sophie
Nina

The woman in the front takes a dramatic break,

"Spys"

"The others will be Assasins" she says, it's obviouse that those who will become Spys are much more cherrished than the Assasins.

Addison stiffens up in her seat, she looks unpleased, almost angry. She must not be satisfied with the result.

"Stand up" - "I will read two names, those girls will be partnert up for the time beeing."

Headmisstress announces.

Bianca and Esther
Sophie and Emiliya
Nina and Clara

Those where the ´PIT's´ Partners in Training, they where expected to share a room and be friendly with oneanother. Great, Clara surely got used to having her own room, loosing that comfort was lets say midly distressing for her. On top of that came that she diden't even know Nina, she never saw that girl a day in her live before. Nina was shorter than Clara, a lot shorter, she had long black very straight hair. Her skin was olive-y and her eyes where almost black. She sureley came from somewhere south-east asia. As far as Clara could judge anyways, they learned to geoprofile people after all.

Clara took a shallow breath wich she slowly exhaled, Headmisstress was in the room still. She wasen't exactly fond off the idea of having something like a forced best friend and she acctually hated the idea of sharing a room with her. The good side of it all was that she could acctually talk to someone for once, and have something that rememberd of a normal live in this hellhole.

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Fast forwards two weeks the girls stood in an abandond building, all of them. The objective was to protect an asserted traget, in this case ther PIT, the other half - the Assasin apprentices. Had to try and shoot the target without getting spotted or shot themselves. One Spy team against all of the girls of the other branch.

Luckily they diden't shoot sharp but with painballs - training ammunition.

Nina wasen't the best of them, not the worst either but Clara still wondert how that girl still lived with her mediocer aim. The shot that got them out still ached, Clara was sure she would have brused ribbs from the two paintballs that got fierd at her. They diden't even properly enter the building when they got shot out.
Now she watched as Madame put small shards of glass inside of Ninas boots, as a punishment for beeing this bad. Nina clenched her jaw as she put her combat boots back on, her eyes looked distant as she stood herself behind Clara for there next run. Now with Clara as the protector.

Gun in hand they entered the building, Ninas hand everpresent on Claras shoulder just how they learned. With laser focuse and silent steps Clara clears one room after another as she suddenly hears a noise, she hurrys Nina behind her and turns with military persicion just to see one of her enemys quietly sprint into cover.
Clara dicidet that it would be wise to deal with her right now rather then later, as she pickes up her pace a bit she feels Ninas fingers claw into her shoulder. The Blond takes a deep breath and holds it until she turns around the next corner where she spots an enemy.

After taking two shots into the chest the enemy girls slowly goes down and sits herself onto the floor.

Clara continues to percicely make her way trought the urban setting, eleminating two more threats, before entering the last room she must cross to succsed. All of a sudden she heard a dump noise, she swings the weapon systhem in the rought direction of the sound when she spots the silouette of a person out of the corner of her eye.
Clara shouves Nina behind her and makes effort to shoot the agressor, but the other girl who was no other then Addison grabbed the gun out of Claras hands and throwing it away from her. Clara grabbs for Addisons gun but to no avail as the brunette ties to get her opponent in a headlock. Clara counter acted and swept the girl off of her feet, Addison groans as she hits the floor, then she grabbs for Claras feet to get her to the floor as well. Clara fights back but ends up next to Addison, laying on her belly as Addison makes effort to climb onto the blond. Clara struggels and tries to get her opponent off of her but then it wasent Addison who sat on her back. It was a heavy man that smelled like expensive aftershave and cigaretts, with calloused hands and a disgusting grin. Panic arose in the girl as she swings her elbows into the direction of the seemingly old pig, the concret flooring feeling more and more like a redicoulously soft matresse.

no
No
NO
NO
HELL THE FUCK NO

Clara presses her feet against the floor to push herself forwards, she saw the gun or something that should be some kind of gun.

And she wanted it.

The Man grabbed her in a chokehold only to get hit by one of Claras elbows, directly into the troath, she could hear him cought and gasp as she grabbed the weapon aming it at - Addisons head.

Addisons Head?

Clara looked at her classmate - former classmate - fellow prisoner

as she gets remindet in what kind of situation she actually was in she drops the gun, signals Nina to her side and rushes out of the door. She did it.
Nina and Clara both make there way upstairs where Madame and the six remaining girls watched them over the cctv and the cameras on each of there gear. They enter the room and Madame gives a small nod of appreaciation to Clara, who almost started to smile at the affirmative gesture.

Watching the other girls do the same she just did was much more entertaining than Clara imagend, it was almost fun to point out all of there flaws and even more fun to see them fail. It gave her a sens of supiriorness. Wich she rather often felt when training, she was good at what she did. Wich wasen't an inherently bad thing or at least she tought so, it kept her alive. At the end of the day she was the only one who wasen't punished for failing.
But then she watched Nina take off her boots, shards of glass stuck to the palm of her feet, as Clara watched she contemplated if she should help her. And after painfully watching the Brunette take off her socks and frown at the sight of her pirced and bloody feet she dicidet that she would.
Clara walked over to Ninas bed and sat down next to it on the floor, taking the small first aid kit they had in there bathroom.

"I'll help you"

she said as friendly as she could. "Thanks" Nina replied with what sounded like genuiend gratitude. Clara began to carefully pull out the small glass shards looking if they hadent pirced the skin too deeply, wich luckily wasent the case. Before she desinfected the wounds, normally one would bandage both of Ninas feet but thats something they diden't get, yet another way the academy tried to make there students toughter by risking infection by not providing bandaids. Clara exhales tierdly "Alright" she says before standing up and walking into the bathroom.
Nina diden't even thank her, how great it feels to be appreciated. She tought whilst chainging into her Pyjamas and de braiding her hair. She was almost positiv Nina woulden't do the same for her.
Clara hated this, all of it, the repetitiveness, the fearing for you're live, the classes the lessons hell even the other girls to a degree. She. Hated. Everything.

As soon as she hit the bed she startetd to feel detached from her body, she fellt like she was thrown into a pitch black hole filled with ghosts from the past that did everything to make her hate herself. They haunted her, this haunted her, the feeling of the bedding at that Hotel in Moscow did and so did the smell of that gross mans aftershave. His voice, his groans, his moans and the feeling of his hands on hers haunted her. It made her want to throw up rip herself into ity bity pices and set them on fire. It made her want to scrub her skin off, peel her eyes out and rip her intestines out. It made her want to put a bullet into her head. Clara staired at the celling reciting everything that came to her mind to get the feeling and the memories of it out of her head.
She tried to focuse onto the ballet routine they did on the barré step by step, movement by movement, till she executed it perfectly in her head, then she went on the the center stage routine. Again step by step, movement by movement, word by word.
Thats what she hated the most.

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How to please a man:

Be pretty and desirable
Conform to the male gaze
Never speak loudly or rudely
Hold youreself well
Be well spoken
Flatter him
Always say he is in the right even if thats not the case
Present ladylike but be almost untouchable
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know what he likes and become what he desieres
behave like an accesorie
never denie him affection
present youreself with sexapeal
flirt with him, be dirty when flirting
gaze at him lustfully
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The art of pleasing men in order to get information, the girls next lesson, they where sitting in a room each one on a table, on the opposit of the table sat either a high ranking member of the academy and it's affliats or a seemingly close friend of Dreykovs. All of them where men, all of them got a pice of information the girls where tasked to retrive.

This wasen't just a regular lesson, it was once again a test. 8 houers to get the information in whaterver way possible as long as they woulden't hurt or torture the men everything was allowed. After only a few months it was expected that the girls had masterd the dance of manipulation, acting and falls promises that was there psychologie class. They learnd a whole bunch of things in said class, the "final" test was dividet into two catigories, first the girls had to each write an detailed essay that was on Universety level, secondly they had to retrieve a pice of information.

This was the second half of said test.

After wich they would still be teached in Psychologie, simply because it was a substantial part of beeing a spy. However they diden't just learn about basic psychologie and manipulation as well as the nature of the human psyche, they also learn about the wide variety of mental illness that occours in humans and how to capitalize on said illensses.

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Clara sat there, emptily gazing in the mans dirty green eyes with a fake smile on her lips, her body language moking interest. Some of them dressed fancy, others sexy, others practical. Clara was a mix of all of them, she wore her hair in a elegant half up-half down style. Fake leather shorts and a tight red tanktiop with matiching red kitten heels. Her makeup was dark and mysteriouse and her lips where red. Just like her target liked his women, much younger than him and overly sexy almost slutty. Thats what she learnd whillst reading trought is feils and stalking him profously.

He seemed to be - happy to see her - at the very least, "Sadly i've not had the opportunety yet to go golfing" Clara said in her sweetest hight pitch voice trying her best to not sound too childish. Her target liked maturere girls, as she knew from her research.

"Then let me take you out sometimes, i'll show you how to properly land a hole in one." - he bits his lip and his eyes narrow as he leans a bit closer towards the blond.

"I belive you must ask the General his permission first." Clara then answerd, as she leand onto the small table, even if her body screamed at her not to get any closer to that man.

He wasen't the best looking or the youngest by any means, probably in his late 40s black hair that where graying out, he was rather tall and had what you could call a lean build. But his face was a different story, it was asymetrical and had a few scars and decolourations. The suit he wore was custom tailored and lookes expensive, so did the watch on his wirst that he keept subtely showing off to Clara. She was not impressed at the slightest.

"Oh belive me the General woulden't have a problem with me taking you out for a good game of golf." - he leand in even further, his eyes where scanning Claras face and her upper body stopping to stare at her cleavage as the man whos name was Geogriy fell more and more for Clara.

"Speaking of taking you somewhere-" Georgiy stands up and offers Clara his hand. "- how about i'll take you somewhere where i can show you how good i am with hole in ones" He once again gazes at Claras whole body in the tight fitting attire, while she takes his hand every ounce of her beeing screetches at her not to.
They walk next to each other Georgiys gaze ever present on the girls body as it lustfully caresses her. Clara sees multiple other girls with there assigned targets. Bianca was smart enought to 'poison' her target with something close to a truth serium to get the information. Wich was surely not the way the academy intendet for them but it was an easy one. Most other girls, like Clara choose the old fashon way, get him to like you then get him to want you, play dumb whilst you give him what he so desperatly desieres and bam. You get what you need, you're beloved infos about everything in this mans live.

Georgiy leads her to one of the special rooms, Clara only once saw one of them from the inside. It was a small square room with a huge double bed, dark tile floor, dark red walls and more sex toys than fish in the ocean. The room was also equiped with a few cameras. The last time she was in one she made a mistake at spearing and instad of the normal punishment a guard showed interest in her and offerd her to skip punishment if she would come with him. Back then she diden't know what it meant, beeing picked, but now she knew. Nina first told her about the existence of those rooms, she seemd to be in one rather frequently. Not because she wanted to but because you simply can't refuse that request, no matter the person asking it from you. Clara heard romours that sometimes a Madame or even Draykov himself asks themselfs a girl.

When she first heard of said rooms she was exicted to be picked out, sleeping in a double bed with a soft matress and way too many pillows soundet like haven on earth, but little did she know at what cost. Now that she found herself in one again her stumace turned, not only because of what lied ahead of her but also because of the smell and the sticky flooring.

Her Target, Georgiy sat himself on the bed spreading his legs and leaning back onto his arms whilst he lustfully gazes at Clara. Who tries not to stare at the lump in that mans trousers as she holds back the wave of sheer panic that threatend to drown her.
She takes a deep breath, regretting it imediatly because of the awfull smell. She recalls everything they had learnd about seduction and sex, she recalls the many times they showed the girls porn to "teach" them how to properly do certan things in the bedroom. Incase they would need it somewhen.
Clara takes a few large but slow steps towards Georgiy narrowing her eyes and biting her lip, whilst her eyes where still empty. She put her arms between his legs slowly crawling up to him.

"I always wondert how someone like you ends up in a line of work like this."

Clara almost wispers as she continues to crawl towards him, slipping her heels of effortlessly as her target also scoops back a bit.

"Oh thats simple"
"How so?"
"I always liked power"

Georgiy places his hands on Claras chest slowling tracing her slim but lean figure, enjoying every curve his fingers run over. Whilst Clara fights to keep that face of hers in place, no mistakes now.

"Thats not what i meant, such a lovely man like you must have had a very good reason to go into this horrific field of work."

The sly smile on his unnaturally thic lips told her that she was on the right path to the answer she wanted.

"Belive me i do"

He fondls with the button and zipper of his trousers, whilst holding intense eye contact.

"I am not the man i once was, you know"

Once Georgiy was done with his own trousers he gently but purposefully moves his hands to Claras waist aiming for her shorts, quickly opening them.
There was it again, that smell of the aftershave that one man had used, her first real target. As she feels her shorts slide down her legs, the smell only intensifies as the lining of the bed startet to feel like satin, where in reality it was cotton.
Another deep breath - Clara puts her hands on Georgiys chest gently pushing im onto the matresse.

Calm down, be cool headed.

"Oh really what kind of man where you, back then?"
"A weak one."

Clara wanted to answer as his hand pull her waist towards him forcing her to lay almost flat ontop of him, he presses his lips against hers, forcing his toung into her mouth. Clara wanted to gag, or at the very least bite his tounge off. She got goosebumps and started to feel inherently cold. Luckily he diden't notice.
Still entangeld in the kiss Geogriy grabs for Claras right hand and forces it down his pants, as her fingers gently brush over his penis she could feel it pulsating under her touch. This was gross, Clara had the urge to vomit as his tounge dances tango with hers.

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Claras reflection staired back at her witout any emotion.

"Now laught, like you just heard the funniest joke of you're life"
she started to laught, it seemd real even to herself, altho the girl in the mirror wasen't herself anymore.
"Laught histerically."
"Now cry"
but not a single tear was sheed, Clara tried as best as she could, she tought about her first day at the academy. No tears.
She tought about Maries death, the first death she had whitnessed.
No tears.
She tought about Kamilla her best friend, for all those years.
Still no tears.

Then she tought about one of the few memories she had before the academy, it was her with her family, Mum, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie and Oncle and her big sister. Sitting under the Christmas tree handing presents to one another. Then she tought about the day she was accepted into her dream school. A seemingly famouse ballet school, as a small girl she wanted to be a prima ballerina, a dancer. She begged her mum and dad to search for elementary schools that taught ballet. Thats where they found "The Ribbons programm." a ballet school in Russia that was taking in young talented dancers and would turn them into prima ballerinas.

She begged her parents to enroll her into that school, she even started learning Russian for it and after seeing how determend there daughter was, Claras parents agreed. Little did they know that "the Ribbons programm" diden't exist, the programm was a disguse to lure the children and there parents. As soon as Clara walked into the school without her parents she was kidnapped with all of the others that had the same dream as her. Thats how she came here in the end.

This tought diden't make her cry, it made her angry, furiouse. The knowledge that she coulden't just kill Dreykov, that she coulden't just rip the whole academy into pices or see her family ever again. That it basically was her fault that she endet here. That made her cry. She cried not out of sadnesse but out of anger.

The next time she looked into the Mirror she repeated one centence. "I am Zoe, i am from California, my moms name is Michelle and my Dads name is Trent." after some time she belived herself. She belived that her name was Zoe and that she had two loving Parents, she belived that she was from the US and currently going to school. But as soon as the excersice was over she got hit by the harsh reality of her real live.

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Finally Georgiy pulls away gazing lustfully at the girl ontop of him.

"You remind me of my daughter if she would've made it to you're age."

Thats everything she needet. She could stop with this bullshit now, but how would she do that? The Academy definitly wanted them to go trought with this and if she wouldent sleep with him she would probably be punshished. Now whats worse, have sex with this dirty old man or some shape or form of punishment from the academy. At least she knew what she got if she would go trought with the sex option, the punishment would be like a mystery box, a very bad mystery box.
Clara mentally went trought every possible punishment they could give her, having intercourse was definitly the better choise. She would probably feel dirty after and she would also try to hurt herself somehow so she woulden't fell dirty anymore but just be in pain. Pain was way better than beeing disgusted by oneself. She still diden't know what she sould do as the Man starts to move Claras hand, wich was still in his pants, up and down. Her fingers accidentally squized the mans penis as she was not prepaird for any forcefull movement. He moanes, squeezing her hand tighter around him.
Claras breath became more rapid, her eyes widend a bit -controle yourself- she coulden't show any signes of dicomfort, she would definitly be punished for that. Clara quickly needet a plan, a good one.

Georgiy moans multiple times as he continues to move her hand up and down his errect penis whilst Claras toughts race a million kilometers an hour. How would she get out of this unharmed...

She had an idea, she lookes the man directly into his eyes, opening his pants a bit more whilst crawling up so she would be directly above him. His face slowly molds into the one her former target wore. Clara tried to drown the image in numbnesse just like they had learned, it worked but not well. His hands violently grab her waist ready to push her onto him, but she had a different plan.
She starts to caress his face and shoulders with her hands, her body levitating closely over his whilst he tries to push her onto him with his full strenght. Once her hand reaches the outer base of his neckt just above his collar bone she presses her fingers togheter wich makes him lose concouisnesse.
Clara quickly lays down on him and acts out a moan, she knew they where watching and she diden't want them to suspect anything. She moves onto him for a bit feeling his naked body beneth her wich gave her shivers and the feeling of a rope around her neck. Atleast he diden't look like that man from the hotel anymore. The image may be somewhere in Claras head but at least she diden't have to see it before her anymore. At least for now.

She crawls off of him, putting her shorts back on before leaving the room where a Madame awaits her.

"He joined because someone killed is daughter and he wanted revenge."

"Correct"

Madame gestures Clara to go to her room, she was successefull. Now she just hoped that they woulden't find out that she´cheatet´ if they did, it woulden't end well for sure.
When entering the room, Clara spots Nina laying in her bed completly limp but she did still breath. Clara diden't even bother to ask about what was wrong, she knew and to be honest she diden't really care. Sure she should make friends with her but why, just to kill her at the end. No thanks.
Clara walked into the small Hospital-esque bathroom and leaned her head against the mirror thaking two deep breaths in wich she shoved herself and her emotions into the back of her head. The incident with her former target, the man at the hotel, it stuck in her head but as her training continued it got overwritten by new disturbing memories.