Smoking Kills:- A Red Sparrow Story

[Stormtrooper1990]

This is the prequel story to " Flight of the White Dove." Here KGB assassin Katya 'White Dove' Sidorova is tasked with assassinating Soviet defector Lev Danilov, during a showing of " A Rebel without a Cause." at the Odeon cinema in Norfolk, Virginia.


The Odeon Cinema, Norfolk Virginia March 1955



Katya Sidorova took a long drag from her cigarette, as she sat in the middle row of screen 1, glancing at her target in the front row. Lev Danilov used to be a model soviet until a love of American cinema and cigarettes, had made him turn against the very ideals that he once stood for. He had handed over classified information about the activities of KGB operatives along the Pacific seaboard, to the FBI. It had hit Pacific coast operations hard, at least 30 good Soviets had been arrested and incarcerated and the KGB had to seriously restructure West Coast Operations, to maintain operational viability. Now it seemed that Danilov wasn't finished yet, according to intelligence, Danilov was about to expose East coast operations to his FBI handler. That would threaten not only 50 KGB operators on the Eastern seaboard, but herself as well, so when Katya had received the cable from Central, she was more then happy to remove this sorry excuse for a traitor from the face of the Earth, and she had the perfect plan that would see the assignment through. She coughed as she inhaled the smoke from the Yankee cigarette, finding the tobacco to coarse. What she wouldn't give for a pack of Soviet smokes, Katya thought as she angrily stubbed out the cigarette into her ashtray.


She knew that Danilov favoured Camel cigarettes, Central had already provided her with a laced packet of cigarettes that would do the job. All she needed was a method of delivery. Katya glanced around, there were a number of Cigarette girls milling around the seats peddling their awful Yankee cigarettes. One of their uniforms would allow Katya to get close to Danilov, offer him his favourite cigarettes and watch as the traitorous bastard took his final drag. Katya looked around to find the girl who had served her, when she had found the girl currently serving a couple seated behind her, Katya appraised her. She was a looker with slender cheekbones, big brown eyes and a heart shaped face. Her dark brown hair, upon which rested a black bellhop hat embrioded with gold lining, was done up in a bun that rested at the base of her head. Her uniform consisted of a black dress in the style of a double breasted jacket, that exposed her arms, with gold embroided collar, cuffs, details along the chest, and hem line of the dress skirt . The dress ended in a frilly bell bottom style, with fish net tights that covered her long divine legs, that ended in a pair of black high heels. Her cigarette tray looped over her head. Katya smiled, the girl was exactly her size. "Sorry, ma'am I have just run out of Lucky Strikes. But I can go in the back, and get you some." Sensing her opportunity, Katya followed the girl out of the screen.


Katya discreetly followed the girl into a back stock room, locking the door behind her. As she readied her garrote, Katya had noticed that the cigarette girl had set her tray on a nearby counter, Katya silently crept up on the unsuspecting girl. She quickly looped her garotte around the cigarette girl's slender throat, and pulled once crushing the girl's throat in one blow. Katya gently lowered the girl's corpse onto the ground, and stripped naked, kneeling beside the dead girl, Katya began to strip her. Katya started by removing her hat and high heels, then turning the corpse onto it's side unzipped the dress peeling it off the dead girl's body. Unclasping the girl's solid black bra, Katya slipped the undergarment off the dead girl's shoulders exposing her well rounded and firm C-cup breasts with perky circular pink areolas. After clasping the bra around her bare breasts, Katya gently pulled down the girl's fishnet tights taking care not to damage them, as she removed them from the dead girl's legs one at a time. When she was finished, Katya whipped off the girls matching black panties, revealing a small vulva crowned with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair. After she pulled on the panties over her vagina, Katya got dressed in the rest of her stolen uniform. After setting the hat on her head, Katya scooped up the naked corpse of the cigarette girl, dumping her into a nearby crate, along with her gear. Katya took out the packet of laced Camels, placing the pack in the front row so Danilov could see if. Then after looping the cigarette tray over her head,exited the room.


Katya, now dressed in her stolen outfit walked back into the screen and made her way to the front. She walked in front of him, catching his eye. Danilov called her over. He was a young man with chiseled russian features and blonde hair with blue eyes " Excuse me miss. You have any Camels? Ah there we are." He took the laced packet from the try. " How much do I owe you, my dear?" He said in a clipped Russian accent. Katya put on her best East Coast accent. " That would be $3.95. Sir." He gave her the money, plus a generous $10 dollar tip. " Thank you, sweetie. Enjoy the movie and your cigarettes." He thanked her as she walked away, a grin writ large on her face. Katya hung around for a bit, waiting for Danilov to take his last drag, she even sold a few cigarettes and recieved generous tips. After 5 minutes, she could hear Danilov coughing and sputtering blood in the front row. Acting the part of a distressed passerby, Katya looked down at the corpse of Lev Danilov, and confirmed the kill. Using the crowd of onlookers and staff to her advantage, Katya slipped out of the screen and returned to the stockroom. After sparing the naked corpse of the cigarette girl one last look, Katya stripped off her disguise and redressed in her clothes, dumping the stolen outfit on top of the girl's corpse. When she was finished, Katya exited the backrooms and left the cinema.


As she walked down the pavement and rounded the corner, Katya reflected on an another successful mission, wishing she had kept the cigarette girl's outfit, but at least she got some money and decent tips. They would be put to good use, the safehouse did need restocking. As she crossed the road, Katya put the dollar bills in her handbag. But before she could, she felt the sensation off being bowled off her feet. Katya hit the road, and started to loss consciousness. The last thing she saw before slipping into unconscious, was a man kneeling over her, the headlights of his car shining behind him. " Oh my god. I didn't see her. Quick someone call for an ambulance." Katya then knew nothing but black.