The fall of red star(google and waaagh)

[Waaagh]

The bloody world war between Allies, Soviets and The Empire of Rising Sun raged for a year now. It was a conflict for total domination, no alliances were held and peace was not an option. Allies would not rest until the totalitarian regimes of world are destroyed, Imperials believed that it is their divine destiny to rule the world and Soviet were determined to make the world a single, glorious Soviet Republic. These times of total war spawned many heros, such as Natasha Volkova, champion of the Soviet Union.

Being a sharpshooter she alone had terminated over seven hundred enemy troops, being a commando she had infiltrated enemy lines numerous times, being a hero she had inspired countless soldiers to join the case of Communism, even more to die for it. No Ally or imperial soldier felt safe from her sniper rifle when she was on the "hunt". Present on every recruiting poster, mentioned in every military academy. She was a paragon for her people, Angel of Death for her enemies. Her mere presence on the battlefield inspired her troops and had a devastating effect on enemy morale.


But now she was in peril. The assault on the Allied city, Genewa, was a failure. The enemy used a strange new tech called "chronosphere" to bring in huge amounts of reinforcement. The Soviet forces were encircled and are now getting slaughtered. The enemy had both land and air superiority and it seemed that the small part of the city the Soviets had manged to capture will become their graveyard.
But Natasha would not surrender. Not to the capitalist pigs. Not to anybody. She was making her last stand in the ruins of one the houses they have captured. With deadly precision of her sniper rifle she was taking down every soldier that got in range, killing as many Allies as she could before her time runs out. But she was running out of ammo and she could see the enemy bombers on the horizon. Her last thought before the bombs felt on her position was that she had fulfilled her duty to the People.

 

[DomG]

America, the bright and beautiful is what Major Dominic Franke loved and would die for, his mother parents had both been immigrants, barely escaping the fall of the Iron Curtain falling across the border of the USSR, he had grown up hearing horror stories about Communism and the things that had been done in its name. He had joined up nearly a decade ago in order to help keep things quiet on the border but when war had broken out he had found his calling. True he wasn't a large scale commander, he wasn't a leader of troops, instead Dominic was specialized on something a little more specific, intelligence or to be even more specific, the extraction of it.

Normally his job was just dealing with double agents and defectors, people who came to him and told him everything they knew, Dominic would then filter what was useful from what wasn't and pass it along to the higher ups. This time he had been given a much more interesting job though, a recent bombing run had decimated a Soviet held region of the city... Allied forces had moved in right away to secure the area and when there they had found quite the prize, the infamous sniper Natasha Volkova, a celebrity in her home land, reported to have well over five hundred kills to her name. This beautiful monster had been found alive and brought in... and Dominic would have the pleasure of breaking her to find out what she knew. In order to learn whatever he could Dominic had been granted Carte Blanche, anything he needed to do in order to break her, the Soviet Citizens would be shown this hero broken by Allied forces, shown they weren't the only ones who could be monstrous.

In his dress uniform, stripped of rank pins and ribbons Dominic entered the cell where Natasha was being held, happy to see that she was naked and tied to a chair as he had instructed. “Natasha Volkova.” He said, holding up a file with her picture clipped to the front of it. “Soviet hero and now captive of the Allied forces, I won't waste time by asking you to surrender to me, instead I will state the obvious, I will be hurting you, humiliating you... I will break you and I will enjoy every moment of it.” Setting down the folder he smirked a little. “You have claimed at least three people I called friends.” Then without warning he lashed out, the back of his hand across her face as an opening movement.

 

[Waaagh]

The last thing Natasha remembered were the allied bombers. she thought she'll die. She was prepared to die. Yet instead, she woke up naked in a cell, captive to capitalist scourge. A grim irony of fate, indeed.
As the Ally interrogator finished his speech, she rose her eyebrow.
"You're really fond of yourself, are y...." her sarcastic taunt was interrupted by a strong slap to the face. She forced a smile, though she did not felt funny at all. Natasha knew what's going to happen to her. She's going to get tortured and raped over and over again. Telling them what they want to know, if they want to know something, won't help. She was Natasha Volkova, a bloody icon. The allies won't stop until she will be nothing more then a mindless husk which they will then show to everybody to prove their superiority.
On the other hand, her position within the Soviets was also her hope for avoiding this grim fate. She was too important. Natasha was more then certain that her people will keep trying to rescue her until they will succeed. That is why she can't let that pig break her. She the Angel of Death. And she will not give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her defeated. So she decided to play with her interrogator some more.
"Congratulations"-she said with a thick, Russian accent-"You managed to hit me. Few men manged to accomplish this. And none of the mis still alive." She theatrically looked on the chair she was tied to "True, I was immobilized..but it's still quite an achievement...for a pig".

 

[DomG]

He smirked a little bit as she looked down at that chair, she was trying to goad him, to make him angry. Normally this was the last thing that anyone would do in this situation but Dominic knew that she was trying to make him mad, was she hoping that he would make a mistake and somehow she would be able to get free, or did she plan to drive him to kill her before he could break her and that way avoid divulging any secrets. She was smarter then most and that made her dangerous, but Dominic was also dangerous and more then willing to play along with her little game.

“Oh you think that you can take down?” He asked with a chuckle as he looked down at the chair, bolted down to the floor as he had instructed, the rope tying her was a nylon cord, thin but also very strong, the room gave her no weapons that she would be able to catch him off guard with. “A sniper, a coward who kills from afar thinks that she can fight me?” Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small tool, a seat belt cutter that was designed so that it couldn't be used to cut human flesh. Reaching in between her breasts, making sure to get a more then generous feel, he quickly slit the cord that held her to the chair and pulled enough slack to let her finish the job before stepping back away from an easy strike.

“Get up and fight me then Soviet whore.” He mocked her as he removed his jacket, slowly rolling his shoulders and neck in order to limber up. “I think I will enjoy fucking you once I have tenderized you a bit.”