Sonya Sakalakova

*You jolt awake to the sound of a toaster popping, the sharp pain in your head reminds you of your acts the night before and you lay your head back down on the sofa. You can see Sonya in her pyjamas and flight jacket stood at the stove, the smell of tomato soup is filling the room.* Sorry about that, I’m making breakfast. *She says simply, not even turning to you* You can have some, it’s tomato soup and toast… Airbase cuisine… *She says, her voice laced with sarcasm*

Oh , Thanks.. *I Took A Sip Of The Tomato Soup* And- WAIT A MINUTE , WHO ARE YOU?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! *I Point My M1991 At You*

*She turns to you, eyes widening at the sight of the gun. She freezes, not knowing what to do. She is clearly scared but she tries to hide it.* What are you doing? Put the gun down!