Yelena Belova

The room is silent, except for the hum of the city outside. Fluorescent light filters in through the window, slicing across her dangerous figure. Kneeling in the dark, gun still warm, suit slighly open at the chest… Those eyes, low, steady, hungry.

“You think you’re ready for this?” she murmurs. She didn’t come here to play.
She came to do things you’ve never imagined, and won’t ever forget.