Cold War Stories:- A Cold Heart (Part 1 of Anastasia's Heart Duology)

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is part one of final story in Anastasia's arc, revealing how she became one of the original founders of the SI. Here 35 year old Anastasia as been sent by the KGB, on what seems to be another routine assignment. This time an extraction mission Virginia. However, as Anastasia is about to discover loyalty is not everything, and she is about to victim of a betrayal so cruel nothing will be the same again. This is part one of her story...



KGB Safehouse 22203 North Edison Street, Arlington Virginia 09:30pm Thursday 3rd August 1985



Anastasia Tereshkova laid on her bed in the KGB Safehouse, dressed only in her white lace camisole and matching scanty panties, glancing at the photograph taken only 5 years ago. It was of herself and her wife the beautiful latin goddess Maria de la Cruz both dressed in white wedding dresses at their home near Luanda in Angola, during their secret ceremony. They had both met hunting the same target 15 years ago, during the Angolan crisis and had fallen deeply in love with each other. As Anastasia caressed the photograph, she wondered why she was even here on this do nothing extraction mission that a low level operative could do. Instead of being in the arms of loving Maria. Anastasia sighed, perhaps stealing her first disguise might allay her doubts, she hadn't had the chance to use her garrote, having arrived here in the USA on a forged VISA and she was getting antsy, wondering if this FBI mole she was meant to extract was worth the trouble. At 35, Anastasia was the most successful product of the Red Sparrow assassin programme, once a young orphan girl from Rostov, now the most deadliest assassin in the ranks of the KGB, a true mistress of disguise. Anastasia had been killing for the KGB, since she was 18 and she was very good at her job, you could say she enjoyed it. But there was always a part of her, that felt the protocol of the KGB held her back from achieving her full potential. What moments she could snatch with Maria, she had felt glimpses of freedom. Despite all this Anastasia always found her way back to the KGB, to Lyuda Valinova her handler to whom she owed so much. Anastasia caught a glimpse of her reflection, in the mirror opposite her bed. She still retained her youthful good-looks, her high cheekbones, angular features and narrow ice blue eyes allowed her to pass for a much younger woman, useful given her skill set. On top of her head sat her platinum blonde hair, cut into a cropped pixie cut.

As Anastasia took a deep breath, the door to her bedroom was kicked off it's hinges with a loud bang! Instinctively, Anastasia dived off her bed grabbing her Makarov 9mm and fired one shot to the direction of the door, she heard a man scream in pain but a dozen more voices cried back at her. "FBI! Drop the weapon! Or we will shoot!" Came the voices of half a dozen men in tactical black armour, with FBI stenciled across their chests each armed with MP5 submachine guns, their flashlights tracing her chest. Anastasia dropped her pistol and put her hands up. Two FBI agents walked into the room, behind the SWAT team, one male, one female their pistols drawn. "You are under arrest! For illegal espionage in the United States of America, and for being a member of the KGB." Said the male officer, pointing his Glock 17 at Anastasia's chest. "And for one count of resisting arrest. The female agent added, as one member of her team walked out clutching his shoulder. " Fucking amateurs, storming in like that with no flashbang. So who sold me out, huh?" Anastasia curled her lip, as two FBI soldiers cuffed her from behind. The female agent, a pretty brunette wearing a suit with a tactical vest smiled. "Let's just say it was an anonymous tip." Anastasia chuckled sizing her up. " So you're not letting me get dressed, unless you want to give me your clothes, agent." Anastasia laughed as the two agents behind her tightened their grips. "Get her out of here!" The male agent barked, as they led Anastasia away out of the room. She glanced over her shoulder, looking at her bed. There underneath the floorboards, she had stashed her photos of Maria. Anastasia took a deep breath, she resolved to come back here for them once she had escaped from custody.



FBI Virginia Field Office 22:00pm


Anastasia, now dressed in an orange prison jumpsuit, sat cuffed in a chair in a two way Interrogation room with a large window on the far wall with a table and chairs in front of her. In all her years in espionage, she hadn't been captured until now. Anastasia's mind raced with so many questions. Who in the KGB sold her out? Was her darling Maria in danger? Was this about her failure in Afghanistan? So many questions and no answers. Anastasia knew her first priority was escape, to steal herself an outfit then she would find Maria and together they would end the son of a bitch, who betrayed them. As her thoughts turned to Maria, the door opened in front of her. It was the two agents from the safehouse, the female who without her tactical vest looked to be Anastasia's size came in before her partner. "You look like quite the happy couple, she must be important to you." She said, sliding the wedding photo across the table towards her. As the male agent, a lanky ginger simply scoffed. "I didn't know they admitted dykes into the KGB?" His comment drawing a condescending look from his partner. " But I know they have bigoted morons in your FBI, svoloch." Anastasia answered in defiance, as she secreted the photo in her tracksuit, her comment drawing a smile from the female agent and a sneer from the ginger agent. "Smartass, red dyke." Was all he could manage as the female shook her head, before she turned to Anastasia. "I'am Agent Toombs, this is Agent Laramie. Were are with counter intelligence." Anastasia merely shrugged as the two agents sat themselves down, opposite her. Agent Toombs folded her arms across the table. "We are here to offer you a deal. Tell us everything you know about KGB operations and we will cut you a deal." Anastasia shook her head in response. "Never, I will never sell out the KGB or the USSR. I will die before I betray them, and I will definitely kill before that. You can shove your deal, up your ass as you Americans say." Laramie snorted shaking his head. "See, I told you. Stubborn, red dyke. I told you she wouldn't go for it, she's too indoctrinated." Ignoring her partner, Toombs tried a different tact. "Don't you want to get back to your partner?" We can arrange full immunity, a new identity for the both of you. All yours if you cooperate now. Otherwise, we will hand you to the CIA and they won't be as... gentle as we are." Anastasia lent forward feigning interest. "Why, will the CIA bore me to death like you two have?" Agent Lamarie smugly sat with his arms crossed. "Not exactly, they will send you to AFB Kangerlussuaq, Greenland. Where you will either freeze your tits off or the CIA will beat your red ass to death. One thing's for certain, you won't see your girlfriend again." Leaning back into her chair, Anastasia simply smiled. "I will take my chances with the cold, after all we Russians have cold hearts and ice in our veins. You have no idea who you have crossed, Americans." Agent Toombs sighed as her partner gave her a "I told you so." look. "Just so you know, Mrs Tereshkova. I think you are throwing away a hell of a deal." Anastasia fixed them both with an ice cold stare. "We shall see." She replied.



25km from AFB Kangerlussuaq, Greenland 08:00pm two days later



Anastasia felt the truck drive over another rock, jostling her and her pretty guard around the back of the deuce and a half military truck. She could also hear the howling wind outside, the snow falling beyond the cloth cover at the rear of the truck. "Cold enough for you, you commie bitch." Said her guard, a young redheaded USAF aircraft woman. Anastasia fixed her with a cold stare, appraising her. The woman was wearing a thick white coat, with her rank on the left sleeve with her name "Pettigrew" on her left breast, and MP stencilled in white on black on her right sleeve. Belted at her waist was an M9 Beretta and black nightstick. A green patrol cap perched on her head, under her auburn hair, tied into a small ponytail, with woodland camouflaged trousers and black combat boots. Black woollen gloves completed the uniform. Pettigrew was a beautiful woman, with rounded features, slender cheekbones and teal coloured eyes. Anastasia smiled, she was her size all right and the uniform would definitely warm her up, now to take it from her. Anastasia's hands and feet where chained but this was enough for her, she had killed with a lot less. "Hey, Pettigrew is it? You are far from home, aren't you freezing those C-cups off?" Pettigrew merely snorted, taking the bait. "What of it, you fucking red dyke?" The bitch had searched Anastasia when she had arrived at the dock, stealing her picture of Maria sniggering at it. Anastasia had already decided to kill her then and there, for the theft anyway, but she also needed the bitches uniform, plus she had seen the wedding ring on her finger. She cocked her head at the redhead. "It's okay for your Husband? He must be nice and warm, fucking your sister and your neighbours." That seemed to touch a nerve, as Pettigrew went bright red. "You fucking bitch!" She shouted lunging at Anastasia with her nightstick, the KGB assassin flowed around her stamping on her foot. Pettigrew yelped in pain, as she fell to her knees. Anastasia looped the chain around her neck, and pulled strangling the women with the links. Pettigrew choked struggling for breath, as she tried desperately to pull the chain from around her neck, but Anastasia pulled tighter. "This is what do to thieves in my country, bitch." Anastasia put her foot on Pettigrew's back and tugged sharply on the chain, hearing the woman's neck break with a sickening crunch! With a satisfied snarl, Anastasia let go letting the corpse hit the floor of the truck with a dull thud, the lettting out slow death rattle. Suddenly the truck stopped. "Felicity? You okay back there, what's going on?" Came the voice of the male driver, Anastasia quickly took the keys from Pettigrew's belt, unchaining herself before taking the woman's sidearm from it's holster. Pointing it at the tailgate. Recieving no answer, the man got out of his cab. Anastasia braced herself as she heard the crunch of boot upon snow, as the driver walked around the truck towards the rear. "Felicity? Answer me dammit?" As soon as the man's head appeared through the cloth as he clambered on the truck, Anastasia fired two shots from the Beretta. The man didn't even cry out in pain, as both shots impacted his head with dull wet sounds as metal hit bone. His corpse reeled back outside, hitting the snow with a dull thwack. With that taken care off, Anastasia proceeded to strip off her prison tracksuit and undergarments.


Anastasia knew she would need to strip Pettigrew completely naked in just over a minute, before she become exposed to the cold. Luckily, her record was a minute in stripping a female body and she was Russian, she had a cold heart. Anastasia quickly removed the chain from around Pettigrew's slender throat, admiring the red chain link impression around her bruised constricted throat then removed the woman's hat, coat, gloves and unlaced her boots, helping herself to her black cotton socks.Rolling the body onto its front, Anastasia unbuttoned Pettigrew's camouflage jacket, pulling up her corpse slipping it from her slender shoulders. Holding up the dead woman's arms, Anastasia pulled the olive under vest over her head, letting the half naked corpse flop back onto the trucks floor. "I guess I was right about those C-cups, eh? Felicity?" Anastasia quipped as she pulled on the undershirt, admiring the well formed buoyant breasts of Pettigrew, with circular red perky areolas smattered with freckles. Unfastening the guards trousers, Anastasia peeled them down the woman's long toned legs, leaving the redhead wearing just her standard issue black hipster shorts. "Waste not, Felicity. You don't need these anymore." Anastasia whipped off the underwear, exposing her full red vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of auburn pubic hair. "I guess your old man won't be getting that again." Anastasia said as she pulled on the underwear, then got dressed in the rest of Pettigrew's uniform. Finding it snug, warm and most importantly she had Maria's photo back. After setting the hat on her head, Anastasia leapt from the truck, leaving the toned naked corpse of Pettigrew behind and grabbed the ankles of the dead driver dragging him to the side of the road. She had already decided to take the truck, back to the harbour and stowaway on a ship there, so she would need to dispose of both corpses. As Anastasia rolled the drivers body into the ditch, she saw headlights ahead on the road piercing the gloom getting closer, through the snow. Anastasia grinned, looks like a change of plans, she won't be needing the truck after all. Taking out her M9 pistol, Anastasia shot out the front tire to fake a blowout then holstering it ran out into the middle of the road waving her arms.



Aircraftman Daniel Abernathy was on his way back to AFB Kangerlussuaq, after picking up some spare batteries for the heaters at the base when he saw a young blonde female MP Aircraftwoman running into the middle of the road waving her hands. Abernathy brought the jeep to idling. "Oh thank god, we just had a blow-out while transporting our prisoner. Do you think you can help me fix it, our driver is on a tight schedule?" Abernathy nodded getting out the jeep. "Of course, it's no trouble. Ma'am" The MP, whose name was Pettigrew grinned widely. "Thanks, Abernathy. I owe you one." She said reading his name. "Watchout for our prisoner, she's quite the handful." She said as they walked towards the tailgate. As Abernathy, peered through the flap to his surprise he saw the naked corpse of Felicity Pettigrew laying on her back, her cold dead blue eyes staring back at him. Before he could react, he felt a muzzle press against his temple. "Well not much of a handful, more like a dead weight." Said Anastasia as she pulled the trigger, sending Abernathy's body falling into the snow. His blood staining the snow black.


Smiling Anastasia, holstered her stolen sidearm then climbed into the idling jeep putting it into reverse driving back towards the docks. As she drove back towards the US Navy dockyards at Sarqardiit, where she was brought in, Anastasia pondered her next move. She doubted that her current disguise, would help her on the dockyards so she would need a change of clothes. Anastasia decided to park near the base perimeter, infiltrate the docks through a gap in the fence and find a female petty officer. After acquiring a new disguise, she would then look for an opportunity to get off this ice cube before the bodies she left behind were discovered. As she neared the perimeter fence of the dockyards, Anastasia flicked off the headlamps heading off road towards the fence. After another couple of minutes driving in the snow bound twilight, Anastasia found a small gap in the fence. Getting out the jeep, Anastasia moved her body to the side, squeezing through the gap and onto the docks.


US Navy Docks Sarqardiit, Greenland 20:30pm


Anastasia weaved her through the shadows, hiding from the high beams of a couple of searchlights piercing the snowy gloom as she made her way through the dockyards. So far she hadn't spotted a single female petty officer, she had observed a few men but they were unsuitable for her purposes. As Anastasia neared the docks, she wasn't reaching the heights of desperation her training had taught her to not feel despair to see the potential in any situation. There was a large US Navy cargo ship being loaded, the name on the stern read "MSV Cornucopia, Norfolk." Sensing an opportunity, Anastasia broke from cover secreting herself onto a loading pallet laden with cargo. "MSV Cornucopia. Bound for Norfolk Navy Yards, Virginia." Anastasia whispered to herself, as she felt the curious sensation of being lifted high into the air. Ducking to avoid being spotted, Anastasia smiled as the cargo pallet was hauled into the bowels of the Cargo Ship. That was one half of her plan, she just needed a change of clothes. From her position, she peered around the corner of the boxes observing a young, pretty female petty officer taking inventory coming her way. Anastasia took out her truncheon, appraising the young woman. Her uniform consisted of a light blue long sleeve denim shirt, with her rank on the left sleeve and name on the left breast which read "Carter", blue denim jeans belted at the waist with black flat leather shoes. Underwhich was a white undershirt and a black pillbox hat with USN insignia pinned on the front, sat perched over her short boyish light brown hair combed to the back. Petty Officer Carter, was a pretty girl with rounded features, high cheekbones, and big doe shaped hazel eyes. Anastasia grinned, they both shared a passing resemblance and the uniform was a sure fit. As Carter walked towards her position, the KGB assassin braced herself raising the truncheon feeling the adrenaline course through her.


MSV Cornucopia

Petty Officer Karen Carter, busied herself taking inventory on the cargo they had taken on from Sarqardiit. At 21, Karen had only recently completed her training and been posted to the Cornucopia for a couple of months. Nobody had barely registered her presence and she was treated as just another junior rating, invisible. Which didn't suit Karen at all, an out going woman who was blessed with good looks, had joined the Navy to see the world and pull pretty girls with a uniform but so far it hadn't worked out well for her. The only exotic place she had visited was Greenland, and which was woefully short of pretty girls. Karen sighed looks like more cargo to log she thought as she walked past a towering pile of cargo. Suddenly she felt a solid object loop around her neck, a pair of strong arms dragging her into the shadows. " Hello, sweetheart. I'am looking to join your navy, and I think you can help me." Fear gripped Karen as she heard a female russian voice, she tied to scream but the woman pressed the nightstick close to her throat tightly constricting her throat, causing her to choke, Karen tied to pull the stick away but the woman was far too strong. "Just die, little American. I will take the rest of your shift." The Russian said as she pulled violently up and to the right, crushing Karen's throat with an audible crack. Karen's arms fell limply to her sides, as Anastasia lowered her body propping her up against the crates, her hazel eyes staring cold and lifeless. "Time to join the US Navy." Anastasia quipped as she stripped off her stolen USAF uniform.



Now completely naked, having decided to strip Carter clean, Anastasia got to work undressing the dead Petty Officer. She removed the woman's hat and shoes, then unbuttoned her uniform shirt part of the way. "Well, Petty Officer Carter. It's nothing personal, it's just how they trained me." Anastasia said reading the name on her shirt. She unbelted the denim trousers, working them off Carter's slender hips, peeling them down the dead woman's long divine legs exposing a pair of white standard issue scanty panties, protecting Carter's modesty. Not one to respect such banal concepts, Anastasia whipped off the underwear revealing a small pink clit topped with a trimmed fan of light brown pubic hair. Pulling up the stolen panties, Anastasia stripped off Carter's shirt then holding up the dead woman's arms, pulled up the undershirt over her head. After briefly admiring the well rounded C-cup breasts, nipples stiff peaking under the sheer fabric of the white undervest, Anastasia pulled off the dead Petty Officers remaining undergarment over her head. "Hmm, impressive breasts but you cannot beat my sweet Maria." Anastasia said to the corpse, as she regarded Carter's full firm breasts with rose petal light pink perky areolas. Standing over the naked corpse of Petty Officer Carter, Anastasia quickly got dressed in the sailors uniform finding it a good fit. After tucking in her photo of Maria into the shirts pocket, Anastasia scooped up the naked attractive corpse of Petty Officer Carter under her shoulders dragging her towards a empty open crate. Draping the naked woman over the lip of the crate, taking the time to admire the pert peach shaped ass of the dead woman finding it no comparison to her wife, Anastasia tipped the corpse into the box where it lay in a foetal position then dumped her stolen USAF uniform on top of the corpse, reluctantly parting with the Handgun and truncheon. Anastasia then sealed the box using a nail gun, when she was finished Anastasia walked over to the clip board dropped by Petty Officer Carter, picking it up she took inventory of the cargo making sure to complete Carter's duties so she wouldn't be missed. Writing the last of her notes, Anastasia felt a tug at her navel and the sound of a horn blaring. She grinned they were underway. Anastasia tucked the clipboard under her arm and left the cargo bay, she had an inventory to deliver.



2 hours later


As Anastasia scrubbed the decks on the bow of the MSV Cornucopia, she looked up smiling as she saw the lights of the Virginia coastline. The uniform she had taken from Petty Officer Carter had served her well, allowing her to blend in and become invisible. It seemed no-one cared for the unfortunate Petty Officer Karen Carter, which what made her an easy target. Anastasia was amazed just how much the Americans, for all their talk of individual freedom treated their women like ghosts. No matter, thought Anastasia it only made her life that much easier. As she looked around, finding herself alone on the bow, Anastasia climbed up on the bow of the ship looking down on the black rolling sea. Her next move was to acquire a change of clothes once she was ashore, and some transportation. She needed to collect some things from the safehouse, her photos of Maria perhaps some weapons if the Americans, the craven thieves they are hadn't seized everything for themselves. Taking a deep breath, feeling the salt spray on her face, Anastasia dived off the side of the ship. Feeling the sea envelop her in its cold embrace, Anastasia let out a huge breath beginning the long swim to shore. Seeing a light on a nearby beach, she headed towards it.