[NatashaXCommander]Predators of a feather

Fireworks blew up in the starry Moscovian night as conscripts and other soldiers returned as heroes to their families and neighbors. Against all odds of two forces seeking to destroy the Union, they repulsed every belligerent thrown against them and now the whole world is under one banner and one Union.

John observed the victory on his balcony, his new secretary Dasha having an identical intrigue on the Premier himself. Her daydream and fascination were soon interrupted by the ringing of a telephone, immediately answered by her.

"Premier's office. Da. Da. Understood, I will send him soon." And had the receiver return on its holder. The Secretary stood up and marched towards John, her breast almost being revealed by the neckline, thanks to how depressed her zipper was.

She saluted him the moment he turned around, dropping the gesture once his body faced hers.

"Comrade Premier, Natasha Volkova requests for your presence in the Eastern Siberian Outpost. She says that it is vital that you are present there."

John blinked twice trying to decode the importance of the Siberian Outpost, something so far out and isolated that only flak troopers and horrendous performing conscripts were stationed there. Still, he was needed and Natasha was an important asset to his army.

With a nod, he began to make his way towards a helicopter landing pad.

"Get me a Twinblade ready."

Frost and snow hampered down onto the front windshield of the helicopter as the two occupants traveled all night to reach the Siberian front. Though his eyes were getting heavy, the pilot continued their flight as the Premier rested knowing he'll need it.

A snow lodge could be seen, its lights were at the very least. The radar of a sputnik and the flag of the union wavering by the winds confirmed his suspicions and slowly landed on the soft white ground.

Shaking the Premier awake, there was a knocking on the side door before a conscript opened it, smiled, and gave both a welcome.

"Welcome to Siberia, the chilliest place in the world."

The snow lodge was cozier, though almost empty of human life. Whoever was inside the building directed John towards his quarters, being separated by his pilot from now on. Applying **** to a wooden door, he soon saw a figure in front of the window, the dark making it difficult to identify just who it was.

"Good evening Commander," he soon figured whose sultry voice that belonged to, "I hoped you had a wonderful flight here; it's rather dangerous at times just to think of being stationed here, but we all know just how much you enjoy danger."

"The same could be said for yourself, Natasha." A lamp was turned on to reveal the face of the revered sniper. Though her signature beret was gone, her lovely hairdo was an appropriate substitute to it.

John approached the bed slowly as Natasha proceeded to lay down on it, her uniform being replaced by lingerie that stressed her fit and shaved body. Her hands rested behind her neck to show her slim arms while the Premier proceeded to undress to his underwear.

Once done, he slipped to lie down next to the sniper. Watching her smile and relaxed, John pulled the sheets on them before he would attempt a conversation.

"If I wasn't any of the wiser-"

"Hmm?" The woman chimed.

"I'd say you've invited me here to spend some alone time together." She only rolled over towards the window.

"As great as celebrations are, Comrade Premier, the enemy has just been recently defeated." She explained, "Every chance of escape and resist us will be grabbed at any and all cost, we have reason to believe that ships have sailed from Alaska and California to East of here. While we're wasting time sleeping, they're using up energy out there; if Father Frost will not be merciful to them, we will sweep what remains."

Assenting to the idea, the Premier simply nodded and closed his eyes. Shortly, he felt something grab an arm of his before drifting off.