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Svetlana commits murder
Svetlana had been tracking the target for a month, ever since Agent Vanessa had given her the order.
Now the permission for the assassination had been confirmed.
Svetlana wore a nice dress for the mission, with a belt, one of those she receives from France through Josephine. The woman tied a headscarf on her head, not in the Russian style, but in the Eastern style, put on black leather gloves, and covered her face with glasses.
At 21:14, the girl drove up to a house in the city center. The house was luxurious, built during Stalin's time.
Luckily, there was no concierge, and Sveta quickly went up to the floor of the house and pulled on the second, white gloves.
"Hmm, the lock has a secret," the woman said. "What a fool!"
Opening the Soviet "lock with a secret" was as easy for Svetlana as any other, it just took 10 seconds longer. Having made sure that there were no strangers on the stairs, the girl picked the lock and put the master keys in her purse.
Opening the door, Svetdana took out a flashlight and a revolver, not registered anywhere, which the agent had given her for the murder.
Sveta saw the light in the living room and went in.
The dissident, all black-haired and a scoundrel, was sprawled in a chair, reading an illegal newspaper.
Seeing the armed girl, he screamed:
- Who are you? Should I call the police now?
- And they won't help you! Sit down! - the girl smiled.
At that moment, the dissident's fat wife entered, screamed, wanted to run away, but Sveta deftly pointed the revolver at her.
- Stop! In the chair, quickly, fat woman!
Sobbing, the woman sat down in the chair.
- Do you have children, freaks? Svetlana asked.
- Don't kill the child, she's the only daughter, the man begged.
- Call her here, or I'll find her myself and blow your brains out!
- Sarah!... the woman screamed through her tears.
A dark-haired, plump schoolgirl of about 12 years old entered.
- So, girl, where do mom and dad hide the jewelry? Sveta asked smiling.
The girl with the rhinestone stared at the revolver, a puddle formed under her pants.
- Yeah, she's wet herself! Sveta burst out laughing - and now give me the money quickly! Otherwise I'll kill everyone, every minute!
The woman and the girl fearfully pulled out several boxes of gold and pearls from the sideboard, as well as several packs of Soviet rubles and German marks.
- Put everything here! said the robber, grabbing the briefcase standing on the floor and throwing it to the frightened and tearful ladies.
At that moment the man tried to rush to the curtain (yeah, where the gun was hidden, Sveta immediately realized) and Svetlana shot him dead with two shots to the head. The women screamed and rushed to the man's body.
- Well, no problem, no problem, bitch! Sveta screamed, she will know better than to disobey me!
The women, all in tears, looked at the killer with fear and anger. Svetal grabbed the briefcase and made a move as if she wanted to shoot the girl.
- Puck! - Sveta laughed - okay, bitches, live!
Sveta flew out of the apartment like a bullet and quickly jumped into the car.
Svetlana commits murder
Svetlana had been tracking the target for a month, ever since Agent Vanessa had given her the order.
Now the permission for the assassination had been confirmed.
Svetlana wore a nice dress for the mission, with a belt, one of those she receives from France through Josephine. The woman tied a headscarf on her head, not in the Russian style, but in the Eastern style, put on black leather gloves, and covered her face with glasses.
At 21:14, the girl drove up to a house in the city center. The house was luxurious, built during Stalin's time.
Luckily, there was no concierge, and Sveta quickly went up to the floor of the house and pulled on the second, white gloves.
"Hmm, the lock has a secret," the woman said. "What a fool!"
Opening the Soviet "lock with a secret" was as easy for Svetlana as any other, it just took 10 seconds longer. Having made sure that there were no strangers on the stairs, the girl picked the lock and put the master keys in her purse.
Opening the door, Svetdana took out a flashlight and a revolver, not registered anywhere, which the agent had given her for the murder.
Sveta saw the light in the living room and went in.
The dissident, all black-haired and a scoundrel, was sprawled in a chair, reading an illegal newspaper.
Seeing the armed girl, he screamed:
- Who are you? Should I call the police now?
- And they won't help you! Sit down! - the girl smiled.
At that moment, the dissident's fat wife entered, screamed, wanted to run away, but Sveta deftly pointed the revolver at her.
- Stop! In the chair, quickly, fat woman!
Sobbing, the woman sat down in the chair.
- Do you have children, freaks? Svetlana asked.
- Don't kill the child, she's the only daughter, the man begged.
- Call her here, or I'll find her myself and blow your brains out!
- Sarah!... the woman screamed through her tears.
A dark-haired, plump schoolgirl of about 12 years old entered.
- So, girl, where do mom and dad hide the jewelry? Sveta asked smiling.
The girl with the rhinestone stared at the revolver, a puddle formed under her pants.
- Yeah, she's wet herself! Sveta burst out laughing - and now give me the money quickly! Otherwise I'll kill everyone, every minute!
The woman and the girl fearfully pulled out several boxes of gold and pearls from the sideboard, as well as several packs of Soviet rubles and German marks.
- Put everything here! said the robber, grabbing the briefcase standing on the floor and throwing it to the frightened and tearful ladies.
At that moment the man tried to rush to the curtain (yeah, where the gun was hidden, Sveta immediately realized) and Svetlana shot him dead with two shots to the head. The women screamed and rushed to the man's body.
- Well, no problem, no problem, bitch! Sveta screamed, she will know better than to disobey me!
The women, all in tears, looked at the killer with fear and anger. Svetal grabbed the briefcase and made a move as if she wanted to shoot the girl.
- Puck! - Sveta laughed - okay, bitches, live!
Sveta flew out of the apartment like a bullet and quickly jumped into the car.