#katerina volkov starter

Open to: m / f / nb

Plot: We’re both spies or assassins currently on the run from local enforcement after the job went wrong. Now, we’re both staking out in a shitty safehouse that doesn’t look like its been touched in a while.  @indiestarter​

     Katerina’s nose scrunched up as she picked up a dusty jar of some pickled food, and she dared to open the thing incase the smell drew any unwanted attention their way. “You’d think with all the money a secret organisation would have, they’d at least hire someone to keep the place liveable.” The young Russian called over her shoulder, setting the jar down and wiped her hand on her trousers. “Don’t suppose you’ve had much luck?”