The first time that I shot and killed someone was on a mission. I was seven. It was my first foreign mission, and also the first time that I met her. We were playing recently orphaned sisters from the countryside and we were to infiltrate a concert together to discreetly take out a Russian ambassador who had recently been exposed as a traitor to nation.

My partner’s name? Polina.

Read the full story here: http://memoirs-from-the-red-room.tumblr.com/post/158947559409/march-28-the-first-time-that-i-shot-and-killed

9 tracks