...

The sun shone through the window, forcing John's to open. He turned his head to the sniper who was strangely turned towards the direction of the window, still asleep; looking down, someone had pulled his underwear down to the bottom of his crotch which gave his morning wood some breathing space.

Blotches were on his side of the blanket which he could only deduce as semen. Trying to remember if he had a dream last night, he turned to the woman still clad in alluring underwear, wondering if she had anything to do with the mess.

Finally, she awoke, rubbing her eyes and yawning, she snapped her head at the Premier with a deadpan expression.

"We have a long day ahead, we might've already lost too much time." She jumped off of the bed before proceeding to throw articles of clothing from a drawer to the floor, handing out some white winter gear at John prior to finding a set of her own.

Getting dressed up immediately, something in the Premier became depressed at the loss of sight of Natasha's body.

"What are you waiting for? Davai, Davai!"

The Premier proved to be a terrific spotter as he was Commander, observing and pointing to the direction of where footprints were present. The wilderness fazed neither of them as they've examined disturbances in the snow though most seemed to have been from an animal.

The port that Natasha mentioned last night provided the most answers, pointing to the direction of strange men coming to the harbor and speaking terrible Russian. Following leads, the two went to the direction they were directed at, eventually finding another cabin just as night was following short.

Circling the cabin, the small structure had windows all over. There was light illuminating from inside but no signs of anyone inside except for a snow ski parked outside.

Slowly, the two entered the cabin but there was nobody there to argue with their arrival but three bodies. Checking on the blue-skinned cadavers, Natasha simply nodded.

"Dead. Hypothermia. I knew that Father Frost would be merciful to them, how long they froze merely depends on their will. All I hope was that it agonizing."

The sniper threw one on a bed down to the floor, arranging the stiff corpses on the ground before locking the door. John assisted in any way he could which included digging graves in the cold hard ground.

Once the intruders were dealt with, only the two remained late in the evening. Tired from all the work, the lights were killed knowing that the insulation and former training will have to do. Still in their winter gear, they lied on the only bed, together once more.

The room was chilling and kept both awake for a while though not showing any signs of weakness. Then in the dark, a question was shot.

"Comrade Premier, when do you plan on staying as Premier?"

"As long as I am needed, Volkova." Was her answer. Natasha rolled over towards him, a hand was supporting her head while she balanced on her side.

"You must be awfully lonely being the leader. Paperwork, geopolitics, the establishment of rule all over the globe, and furthering your own ideology, not to mention enforcing it as well as clamping on the opposition.

"It could give someone like you a headache. Plus not only that, but you're so muscular and young, traits like those are wasted just so you could sit in a chair."

She shared a simper while John absorbed those facts for a minute before functioning properly again.

To relieve him of the stress, Natasha leaned in closer to lock lips with each other. Hands slipped behind the neck or shoulders of one another while tongues twirled inside one another's mouth, performing a dance sacred to just the two of them.