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I woke up, it was the next morning. Despite crashing through a windshield, I had minimal severe injuries. I was in someone's hotel room, I was completely naked, and my dress was on the night stand next to me, and I was under the covers.

I looked around, but didn't see anybody in the room, so I stood up, and put the dress on. I looked around more thuroughly, the room was small, not much to be said.

I heard the door open, then saw a man standing in the doorway, I immediately got ready for a potential fight. He was carrying two paper bags which appeared to have groceries in it. I looked at his face, he was definitely scared of me, but not that scared.

He whispered something into his watch, then he walked over, as if I was just some random person. I didn't trust him at all, and his behavior around me was kind of freaking me out. I decided that I needed answers.

"Who are you?" I asked in Russian.

"I am John Doe." He said in English.

"What is your real name?" We were both speaking English now.

"John Doe, that is my real name, my parents had Doe as their last name, and they named me John, they thought it was funny." I stared at him, slightly shocked, but then shrugged, he was probably telling the truth.

"Why am I here?" I asked.

"That's what we were trying to figure out."

"You brought me here, did you not?"

"Here specifically, yes, I brought you here... but why you are in Russia? I was hoping you could tell us." When he said that, I knew he was CIA.

"I was shot and I agreed to join them if they didn't kill me... I was scared, and I wasn't thinkin-" I stopped trying to make excuses, when I noticed that he didn't seem mad.

"Hmm... maybe we can use this to our advantage... I will have to talk to someone with more authority about the issue." He left the room, and I didn't know what to do, I just stood there, watching the door.

I walked over to where he stuck the two bags, and started looking through them. As I suspected, they were not just groceries, also guns and cash, I grabbed a gun and hid it under my dress and in between my legs.

He came back a few minutes later, and said, "Ok, you are gonna go back to the SVR, and you will gather information to tell us next time we meet." He made no mention of when that would be.

"Now go back there, I can't give you any communications equipment, because no doubt, they will search you." He opened the door and gestured for me to leave, so I did.

I left the building, not really knowing where I was. I grabbed the gun out from between my legs, so that I could move easier, and I started running. I made it to a place I somewhat recognized, and within 2 hours, I was on my way back to the SVR building.

When I was just five minutes away, someone tripped me and pulled me into an alley. I pointed the gun at him, but he just knocked it out of my hands and grabbed it for himself, and pointed it at me.

He pushed his pants down and handed the gun to someone who I hadn't noticed yet. The other guy pointed the gun at me as the one fucked me as hard as he could. It all happened so fast, that I was barely able to process it, much less, defend myself.

He fucked me pretty quickly, and cummed in me, he pulled out and started kicking me all over, I just laid still, not even attempting to defend myself, because of the gun.

He smiled as he kept kicking me, then he kicked me in the crotch and I gasped. I still didn't do anything, as he continued to kick me for 15 minutes straight. When he stopped, I was crying, and curled into a ball, and he left, the other guy shot my leg, then left.

I tried to stand up, but I was in so much pain, combined with my leg being shot, I was barely able to stand for even 5 seconds. I laid back down on my back, my dress was pushed very far up, past my chest, and then I noticed just how cold it was in Russia.

I pushed my dress down and shivered, curling into a ball, trying to keep myself warm. I ended up falling asleep, then it started raining. But as the sun began to set, it got colder and it turned to snow. Once the sun had fully set, it was even colder, and the rain was now hail, and I woke up from being hit hundreds of times by ice cubes.

I was freezing, so I just went into the only place that was open this late. I didn't even look at what it was, but when I walked in—well sort of hopped, my leg was still hurt–I felt the warmth and I closed my eyes to savor it.

I heard a lot of noise, and I opened my eyes, and realized that I was in a bar, nobody seemed to notice me yet. I decided it was fine, I was highly trained, if someone tried to do anything, I would just knock them out.

I sat down at an empty table near a fire, and tried to warm up, but I was soaked, and it was very slow. Someone walked over, and said, "It would be faster if you weren't wearing that wet dress."

He was right, but I didn't really wanna be naked in here. He noticed my hesitance, and gave me a big fur coat, "Take off the dress and wear that, it'll keep you warm... and you won't have to be naked in front of everyone." It was only then, that I realized, he was speaking English, how did he know I spoke English.

I stared at him, "Hello, Natalya." He said, so he was one of the Russians.

"Uhh... how do you know my name?" I asked, then shivered, as someone opened the door and came in. He handed me the coat, and I took the dress off in front of him, giving him a clear shot of my privates.

I quickly took the coat and put it around my body. Since it was made for an adult man, it was plenty big enough to reach my knees, and I was adequately covered. He smiled and said, "I know your name, because I heard of you from a friend, who works at the SVR."

"Are you warm now?" He asked, I nodded, the coat was definitely an improvement from my wet dress. Up until that point, I had my arms on the inside of the coat, and not in the sleeves, but I decided to put my arms in the sleeves, and I held it closed from the outside.

He left and went to the bar to get himself a shot of straight vodka. He came back and sat down next to me, and noticed that he had 6 shots, and he slid three in front of me. I stared at them I had never drinken alcohol before, I was too young.

I didn't want to be rude, and deny the drink, but straight vodka as my first alcoholic beverage, seemed a little excessive. He stared at me as I stared at the drink, he grabbed his first shot, and waited for me to grab mine.

I decided, I wasn't gonna be rude, so I picked up one of the shot glasses, and together we drank the first shot. It burned in the back of my throat, and he was already reaching for the second one when I was done forcing the first one down.

Apparently, Russians drank very fast, as he didn't even wait for me, as he drank the second one. I grabbed the second one and drank it, it did not taste very good in my opinion, and he drank his last one and looked at me, waiting for me to do my last one.

I grabbed the third and final shot, and drank it as quickly as I could, mainly trying to get it over with. I coughed a few times and could feel it in my throat. He smiled, "I take it this was your first time?" He asked, I nodded, and he pat me on the back.

Because my hands were occupied with the shots, I had forgotten to hold the coat closed, and now there was a small opening where he could now see in between my nipples, and down between my legs, my privates were visible.

I started to feel slightly dizzy from the alcohol, but I tried not to show it. "What is your name?" I asked.

"My name is Dmitri." He said and noticed that the alcohol was getting to me, three shots is a lot for even an adult, and I was a kid, so it was definitely too much. Everything started getting blurry, and I stood up, trying to keep myself awake.

Almost immediately after I stood up, I had to sit down again, the coat was now barely on my, exposing the entire front of my body. I was still conscious, but I was definitely not able to move very much, and Dmitri said something loudly in Russian, and people started turning pink and purple.

I looked over at where I thought Dmitri was, but now there was a big yellow hippo, trying to eat me. I screamed and it disappeared, I closed my eyes, not knowing what was happening.

A few of them started moving their hands along my body and rubbed my privates. I opened my eyes and saw multiple snakes moving around my body, then I felt one of the snakes go deep into my pussy, and I started crying.

One of them started fucking me as hard as he could, not holding back at all. He slapped me as he fucked me, and I cried from the pain.

One of them bit onto one of my nipples, and I saw a snake bite my nipples. He bit hard enough to actually draw blood, and I suddenly was seeing reality again. I saw a bunch of men standing around me and they were all rubbing their dicks and rubbing their hands all over me.

I then saw them all turn into one green blob that was attacking me. I eventually passed out, and they continued fucking me, and once one would finish, another would take his place, until everyone had their turn.

I woke up as the last person cummed in me, the sun was starting to rise. I had cum all over me and Dmitri's coat, and this last guy slapped me and pulled out. I had a terrible headache, and I looked around, not many people were still here, I saw Dmitri was still here.

Seeing that they stopped fucking me, and I was awake, he walked over and sat next to me. I had mostly stayed in the same position since I had woken up, but I sat up when he sat down. When I sat up, I noticed just how much pain I was in, and grimaced.

I looked over at Dmitri, he took the coat from me, and picked me up. I was in too much pain to really offer much resistance, but I didn't have much rezason to, because I didn't know what he was doing.

He opened the door, cold air rushed in almost immediately, I shivered and tried to snuggle closer to him as he held me. He threw me off of him and into the snow, which had fallen from last night, and was now a good 6 inches deep.

I stood up almost immediately when I hit the ground, it was freezing, quite literally. I decided not to try and go back in there, and I made my way back to the SVR, naked and cold, walking through the deep snow.

I made it back, and they confirmed who I was and let me in. I was given a blanket to warm up in, and a new dress to wear after I was warm. They asked me what happened, and I told them the whole story, well, except the part about John Doe and the CIA, of course.

The next few days were uneventful, mainly learning Russian, and recovering from my injuries. Despite the cold, I stuck to only wearing the dress, mainly because I stayed inside 90 percent of the time.

5 days later, I had almost completely recovered, and I had learned a bit more Russian, at least able to have short conversations with someone if I needed to. I woke up and got my dress on, I headed to the training room, to work on hand to hand combat, since I had recovered.

I went into the room, and saw the same guy who I fought last time, he called me over. I made my way over, "How are you?" I asked in Russian.

"I am great, what about you?" He responded.

"I am good!" I said, still in Russian, purposefully not saying "Great" because he just said it.

We both got ready to fight, then we started fighting. This time, we were both armed with fake knives, fake so that we didn't kill eachother during practice. The knives were designed so that if you stab someone, it retracts, so that it doesn't hurt that person.

For the first couple minutes, we both stayed evenly matched, but then, he through his knife at me, hitting me straight in the center of my chest. It was enough force to make me take a few steps back, but it didn't hurt very much.

If those were real knives, I was almost certainly dead, so I purposefully acted as if it was real, and dramatically fell to the ground. He reached his hand out to help me up, and I accepted. He taught me some techniques and we fought for about 4 hours.

Afterword, I was sweating, and wanted to sit in a freezer, then I realized that I could. I went outside the building, just standing right outside of it, and I stood there for a minute or two, before I got cold and went back inside.

I went to Yana who was gonna teach me some more Russian. I arrived and she was sitting in her desk, she looked happy to see me. She stood up, and grabbed a small stack of papers on her desk, about 5 pages, and handed them to me.

She spoke in English, "You have an assignment, top priority, you leave tonight." The way she said it, made me think, 'leave' meant something longer distance, than when I went to the bank.

I looked at the first page, it had a picture taken by a security camera, of a man, I recognized the man, but I didn't remember why. "Who is this?" I asked in Russian, I tried to speak Russian as much as I could.

"John Doe, though we aren't sure if that is his real name." She said in Russian, I didn't get every word, but I got the gist, and realized why I recognized him. He was the one thing I did not tell them when I got back, "He is CIA, we believe he is planning an attack on the SVR, your mission is reconnaissance."

What she didn't tell me, was that it was also a test of my loyalty to the SVR, as opposed to the CIA. I surfed through the pages, which had a wide variety of information about John Doe and his connections to the CIA.

When I looked up, she was sitting down again, waitng for me to finish, I hadn't quite finished. I looked at the last page, which described what I needed to do, I looked at where it wanted me to go... Helsinki, the capital of Finland, wasn't he in Moscow? I didn't say anything, as to not reveal that I knew him.

There was a commercial plane ticket to Helsinki, leaving tonight, they really were last minute in Russia, back at the CIA, I would usually get informed about a mission at least a week before it was time to actually do it.

"Why commercial?" I asked, referring to the plane, I had never flown commercial in my entire life.

"Hundreds of commercial planes go into Helsinki every day, it would be less noticeable then a private jet or something like that... this is the CIA we are talking about, and besides, it's first class." I kind of understood, but I was still a little confused.

"A suitcase was packed for you," she said, "It contains random articles of clothing, and a gun in a compartment that the scanners at the airport won't be able to pick up." She pointed to a suitcase that was in the corner.

My plane leaves in about 6 hours, and I was gonna be in Finland for 2 days, staying in a hotel. I didn't speak Finnish, so for the next four hours, I was learning the basics of Finnish. Then afterward I went to the airport with my suitcase, and acted like a normal citizen.

Because I was a child, an adult was assigned to fly with me both ways, but he did not have high enough clearance to be informed as to why we were going to Finland. He was posing as my dad, and he was also gonna be staying in the hotel with me.

As Yana had said, the gun in the suitcase did not trigger an alarm, and we boarded the plane. The plane took off, and it was about 2 hours until we arrived in Helsinki.

Chapter 3