Action, locked to Ukraine, forward dated to tomorrow night

[vdova]

[ There's one person who, probably, can understand what's going through her mind right now -- the images flashing, the terrible tugging at her gut, the pulling from numb to terrified and back again all in the span of thirty seconds. Knocking would have woken up the country's roommate, so Natasha did the next best thing -- she jury rigged a lock pick set from a hairpin and a carpet tack.

The door swung in silently, and Natasha made her way in carefully, shoes in her hand so she didn't make noise walking across the floor. She spoke in Russian, the syllables comforting and yet ashy in her mouth at the same time. ] Tyotenka Ukraina?