the KGB training room was a temporary release of the invisible shackle around his ankle, adhering the violent nature of his existence to instill that cold brutality into others. he regards the bright eyed, red-head before him ; features schooled in a stoic mask as metallic digits adjust the position of her fist, readying her for the sparring to come. ❛ это хорошо. ❜ maintain focus, never allow weakness to show. his own training had taught him to disassociate pain & forge strength from it. submerse whatever flare of panic arose & finish the mission. & it will be the same tactics that he applies to the Black Widow Program, carving efficient killers out of mere children.
there’s a pause. silence enveloping the space - brief, thick - then he invites her to take the first strike, flesh hand signaling her to launch her attack.