Natalia's point of view:

After Wint knocked me out, we got back up and started sparring again we had only been sparring for a few minutes when the guards came in. 

"Natalia! Let's go! Ivan wants you!" a brutish looking guard shouted from across the room

"What do you mean! She has got an hour left with me and we need to train for our mission! Ivan said nothing comes before the mission, so why does he keep interrupting our training?" Wint yelled back in sloppy Russian

The men went about bickering for a few more minutes while I packed my stuff to go see the mysterious Ivan, who I couldn't seem to remember. As I walked out the door Wint was standing right behind it blocking the other men from my view.

"Natalia be careful. Okay? Ivan, he is serious and harsh and I can't lose a partner before we even go on our first mission together ok?"

"I can take care of myself."

with that I pushed Wint out of the way and walked towards the guards who were waiting for me on the other side of the room. They each grabbed one of my arms and roughly pulled me down the hallway with the red walls. This is why they called it the red room all of the walls were painted blood red and had Russian propaganda posters plastered all over them. On the rotting floorboards you could see the drops of blood from people that had walked these halls before me. The men took a sharp turn and dragged me down a hallway I had never seen before. A set of large green double doors loomed up in front of me. The men pushed me through the doors then slammed them shut and took their positions on the outside of the doors. 

The room was brightly light and stark white clean compared to the rest of the facility. I assumed that this was to be the medical wing. Two men were standing on either side of a chair with straps running along the arms and legs and a head piece that came down from the top of the chair. The men acknowledged my presence not long after the doors were slammed shut. 

"Natalia, I presume?" the tall man with raven black hair asked me

I silently nodded my head knowing that if I spoke I would receive a slap to the face.  

" I see the madame has trained you well, but today we are going to try a different type of training. Come sit in the chair. This is Dr. Zola, he will be assisting me with your training today."

As I walked over to sit in the chair the two men walked away to prepare the rest of the instruments for my training.

"She is so young. How will we know what words to use for her? Her brain should take fine to the treatment because she is young my only worry is finding what words to use." Zola questioned 

"The treatment will go fine. We will use the words I had her trained around." Ivan calmly replied

As the men walked over to the chair, the contraption from the top of came down and clamped around my head immobilizing me while Dr. Zola strapped down my arms and legs and gave me a mouthpiece to bite down on.  As Dr. Zola finished, Ivan walked over to a table where a small black notebook with a red and gold hourglass insignia printed on the front was and picked it up.