Natalia's point of view:

They woke us very early in the morning the next day they said that it was our first day and we would never have an easier day. I was ready. I would rise to the top no matter what it took. I would survive.  We stared with an unknown instructor teaching us elegant ballet. He told us his name but I didn't care I would do everything he taught us. He told us we were the most graceful girls in Russia so we were recruited to be ballerinas. That was our cover it was how the red room made money to fund what the government didn't. In the dressing room were tights, leotards, and ballet slippers for all of us but only one pair, they said we would get new ones once a year.  The hardest thing about getting ready was the bun. Madame B did our buns the first day and showed us how to do it. After the first day when we did ballet if our buns were not perfect we would be punished. we learned very quickly. 

After Ballet we moved to hand-to-hand combat the instructor didn't give us his name he never really talked. He showed us the basic moves some strikes, punches,and simple kicks then paired us up with a partner around our size. I was paired up with a blonde girl slightly taller than me but I outweighed her by a few pounds. When our instructor said start I went in to an all out attack on her. I threw punches at her face and kicks to her head it might not have been the best form but she was unconscious within a minute. As soon as my opponent was on the floor the instructor called stop and called me over, and asked me my name.

"You come here." he says whilst pointing at Natalia "You have talent what is your name?"

"My name is Natalia sir." she says while noticing the man's slight accent

"Natalia. I like that name." he says while offering a metal hand to shake in congratulations for her outstanding victory.