Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170115234320/@comment-5583506-20170116002726

Danya groaned as she rolled herself out of bed. Fumbling after the lamp on her bedside table, she struggled to find her way over to the mirror. She massaged her weary sockets and stretched out her tongue at her reflection, examining whether or not a layer of plaque had manifested itself there. When she found nothing, she gave herself a quick slap against the cheek to wake herself up.

Her loft wasn't the most comfortable nor luxurious, but the rent was affordable. The old woman downstairs didn't seem to mind hosting a psionic, but then again Danya didn't expect that she was even aware. She wouldn't want to have it any other way. The old lady seemed to be pretty pre-occupied to keep her own nose clean than to stick it into other peoples' business. For example, there had been plenty of cats disappearing in the neighbourhood in recent days, yet no one was questioning the content of the old woman's stew.

Danya was wise to get her food elsewhere, but with the war looming over Europe she reckoned that she would have to find an alternative source soon. It wasn't as if Stalin's staff would do her any favors. Freaks had no rights after all.

Not too long after her examination in the mirror she was startled by the ringing of her phone. She approached it and brought the receiver to her ear. "Ivashkin", she said followed by a yawn.

"Komrad Ivashkin", a stern voice said without a shred of sympathy for the newly awoken. "We are currently expecting you at the offices. Be here within the hour."

Though she wanted to sigh and sleep the day in, she refrained from expressing her disappointment over the phone. To these people she was nothing more than an asset, one they would be more than thrilled to put a bullet in, if she was to disobey their wishes. She wouldn't give them that pleasure.

"Aye, I will be there soon", she replied, and then there was nothing more to it.

These calls weren't meant for socialising after all. They were simply means to check whether or not she would still bother to pick up the phone. To check whether her loyalties were still lying with the Union... to the Motherland... or if they were elsewhere...

She washed her face off, changed her clothing and headed downstairs. The foul-smelling odour from the landlady's stew stung her nostrils as she went out in the cold and sought out the closest carriage to take her to the Kremlin.

''Stalin... ''she reflected. A sharp man, but so impulsive...