3rd person point of view:

Mr. Popov waited until Natalia had left to go to her next class then ran to the headmasters office. The room was decorated with war medals and pictures of a tall man with raven black hair and pale skin in a Russian military dress uniform shaking hands with different dignitaries from around the world. The man in the pictures was sitting in a plush red leather chair facing a wall that had a large map of Europe with red push pins in different spots surrounding Russia. 

"I am so sorry to bother you sir but this is an emergency. Natalia remembered the dance I taught her when she first came to the Red Room. Even though she doesn't know how she knows the dance you told me to update you if she remembered anything from her before her last wipe." Mr. Popov frantically stated

"Mr. Popov please sit down," Ivan Petrov said gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk, "you were saying something about Natalia remembering something.  That should not be possible we removed everything except her training and her last mission when she was nine. Well her actual age is irrelevant but right now she believes she is twelve. The Cryogenic chambers have been working well for her and the soldier on loan with us from Hydra. Although the memory wipes have not worked as well for him, he still has that nagging sense of compassion we just can't seem to get out of him. Oh well it hasn't been that bad he saved Natalia from the idiots who can't count. They gave her well over a hundred and fifty lashings! They came close to killing her. Thankfully her enhancers are still up to date. After her next mission she will become the Black widow. She already fought her way to the top. She is the only one left. The only reason she remembers that dance is because of the training we left in her mind. Did she remember how she knew the dance?"

"No sir she just remembered the dance itself." Popov said scared of facing punishment from his mistake. The headmaster was being awful chatty today which could have been attributed to the half empty bottle of vodka on his desk."  

"Good now go back to whatever you were doing before you so rudely interrupted me."

"Yes sir. Sorry sir."