To Kill a President

[Stormtrooper1990]

This story come about from a discussion I had with a friend on the USB discord. Who sent me an interesting video, featuring a meeting between two Presidents POTUS and the Russian President. In the video was a pretty Russian server, serving tea. We both agreed that her uniform would make for an interesting disguise opportunity. We came up with 3 scenarios and this is the first. Here Foreign Security Service of Ukraine(FSSU) agent Anna Kurylenko, as been assigned with a mission to assassinate the Russian President, Gennady Volkov and his cabinet, during a meeting with POTUS. Anna must eliminate the Russian delegation, without harming the US delegation. This is her story.


It was mid afternoon as Major Anna Kurylenko FSSU agent ducked out of sight as the POTUS motorcade drove past, with Russian soldiers flanking the road. As she lay prone in a ditch by the side of the road, she reflected on her mission. Anna was tasked with the assassination of the Russian President, Gennady Volkov and his entire cabinet during a meeting with US President Hannah Shepard, at the Russian Presidents Dacha in Novogorod. In doing so, could end the war in her country and bring the new Russian President to the bargaining table, never again would the Russians view Anna's people as weak neighbours. The parameters were that the US delegation were not to be harmed, but Anna could kill any Russian to acquire their clothes for disguise purposes, Anna smiled, that suited her just fine. The more dead Russians the better, the bastards had killed her wife during an airstrike in the first days of the invasion. What Anna had done since then, the Russians she had killed and stripped during her missions, was for her beloved Katya and for her country. Shaking off the bad memory of seeing her broken body in the ruins of their Kiev flat , Anna brushed aside a strand of her long brown hair as she searched for a female Russian Soldier her size. At 26, many in the FSSU believed that Anna was too young to assume the responsibilities of a Major, but none could argue with her 100% clearance rate. Katya had once remarked she was the prettiest girl in the Ukraine, with slender cheekbones, big grey eyes and a heart shaped face, framed by a curtain of long brown hair done up in a ponytail, her olive green fatigues and black tactical vest hugged her lithe athletic body. Anna absently mindedly caressed her locket that Katya had given her, so long ago. She spied a pretty Russian soldier, isolated and alone, with a uniform in her size. Anna smiled, she would be the first to die for the cause. She crept silently towards the clueless Russian soldier.


Private Nikita Yakovleva was bored, she hated pulling sentry duty when she could be doing more important things like updating her twitter feed. At 19, Nikita was a young fresh faced recruit straight out of boot camp, she could remember the day her parents were there beaming with pride at her coming out parade, in her new uniform. A uniform that admittedly Nikita used to flirt with boys, and even some girls, everybody loved a girl in uniform, it was a universal truth. She had her long blonde hair done up in a bun, under her blue beret. Her high sculptured cheekbones, angular face and almond shaped blue eyes, were a hit with both her fellow male and female soldiers. She was attired in a matching mottled woodland camouflage v-neck jacket, over which she wore her green combat webbing with spares for her AK-12 rifle, and combat trousers with green laced combat boots. Underwhich she wore a blue and white striped undershirt and white hipster shorts. Blowing out a frustrated sigh, Nikita took out her phone to take a picture of herself for the Russian militaries beauty contest. As she switched her phone on, she felt the sensation of arms encircling her slender throat, as she was pulled into the bushes. "Little Russian bitch, you shouldn't be distracted by such things." Came a clipped voice in her ear, Nikita could feel the arms tightening around her throat, as she was forced to the soft ground. She could feel the blood and oxygen being cut off from her brain, forgetting her training Nikita started to cry in fear, as her legs kicked out. As the arms around her throat tightened like a vice, the last thing Nikita heard, was the sound of her neck breaking as she slumped in tne arms of her killer, letting out a long sigh as she died.


Panting with the arousal she always felt when killing Russians, Anna stripped off her fatigues and tac-vest, taking out a large vial of clear poison from her pocket, looking down at the dead soldier. She was very young, 19 if Anna was any judge, but she didn't care she needed the uniform and little bitches like this one were massacring Ukrainians at this very moment. Anna picked the dead girl by her webbing, dragging her behind the trees and after propping her up against a tree, started to strip her. Anna started by removing the dead girls boots, beret and combat webbing then unbuttoned her camo jacket slipping it off her shoulders. Holding the dead girls arms up, Anna pulled off the striped undershirt over her head exposing her well rounded, firm C-cup breasts with light pink perky full areolas. After pulling the undershirt over her head, Anna unfastened the dead soldiers combat trousers working them off her hips, peeling down her long toned legs and off her body. This left the dead soldier wearing only a pair of standard issue white hipster shorts, her half naked toned young athletic body on display. After Anna finished getting dressed in her stolen uniform, Anna unworked the girls scrunchie from her blonde hair, copying her bun then dragged the half naked corpse into the bushes, concealing her with leaf litter, then looped the AK-12 over her shoulder. She then kicked her discarded fatigues into the bushes. As she walked back towards the road, she picked up the girls phone tossing it far into the trees, and tucked the large vial of poison into her stolen trouser pocket. Using her disguise, Anna walked towards the marble facade of the Dacha.



Her stolen uniform had got her past the gates, and into the Dacha. She walked past the US presidential motorcade, as the US President Hannah Shepard got out of her armoured SUV, flanked by Secret Service Agents, she was a middle aged woman with short wavy blonde hair with flecks of grey with a lined face and deep blue eyes. Anna admired her, POTUS had been a stalwart ally for her country during the war with Russia, sending President Zidovsky the latest in western arms to beat back the Russian advance. She was here to negotiate with Volkov to arrange another ceasefire. For all their help and support, the Americans were too soft lacking the resolve to do what must be done, death was the only answer, the only language the Russians understood. As she walked up the drive, pretending to be on patrol she noticed a young russian woman, similar in build and looks to her preparing the table on the back patio. It looked like she was the tea server for the summit. She was wearing a tuxedo, with matching black formal jacket, slacks and dress shoes. Underwhich she wore a formal white shirt, with a bow tie clipped to her throat, her long brown hair tied back in a simple ponytail that hung from the back of her head, with big grey eyes like hers. Anna smiled, her clothes would allow her to poison the Russian cabinet and their similar looks would easily fool any witnesses. Has the young woman entered the Dascha, Anna followed her discreetly to a women's bathroom.



Sasha Simonova felt proud serving President Volkov during these negotiations with the Americans, even though she may be a simple server, Sasha felt she was still serving her country. At 25 Sasha had been a server at the Novgorod Dacha for 4 years, and this was the first time she had the great honour of hosting not one world leader but two. Has she finished her business, wiping herself down and pulling up her trousers, Sasha opening the door only to be seized by a female Russian soldier. The woman grabbed her by the throat, pinning her against the wall of the toilet cubicle, squeezing her hand around her windpipe cutting off her oxygen supply. Sasha tried to scream, but no sound would come from her constricted throat. As she struggled, Sasha could see the hatred in the soldiers eyes, as she felt her struggles weakening and weakening. Her final thought before she heard her neck breaking, was how similar she and her killer were they could almost be sisters. Sasha's corpse slid down the wall of the cubicle, letting out a short sigh as she hit the floor.


Once again feeling the same rush of adrenaline, Anna scooped up the corpse of the server despositing it on the toilet bowl, and stripped out of her stolen uniform. When she was finished, Anna knelt by the dead server and started to strip her. She unclipped the bow tie and removed her dress shoes, along with her white socks, then unfastened the tuxedo jacket. After slipping off the jacket from around the dead woman's shoulders, Anna unbuttoned the white dress shirt catching a hint of a lacy black wonderbra, covering her C-cup breasts, then unzipped the dress slacks peeling them off her petite hips, down her long legs and off her body. This exposed a matching black lace thong, covering her womanhood. With the slacks removed Anna finished unbuttoning the dress shirt, pulling it off her shoulders, leaving the dead server sitting only in her matching black wonderbra and thong. After she finished getting dressed in the dead server's uniform, Anna took out her scrunchie and removed the dead womans hair tie, copying her ponytail. Then she locked the cubicle door, climbing over the door to the other side, straightening the cuffs of her stolen jacket, and exited the bathroom.


As she made her way, back to the patio disguised as the server, Anna saw the two president's shake hands as they sat down at the table. President Volkov signalled her. " You can serve the tea now, miss." Nodding her head, Anna walked back into the Dacha to the kitchens. With most of the staff out attending to the POTUS visit, Anna was able to prepare the tea for the summit in relative peace. She first prepared the tea for the Russian delegation first, gently spiking the five cups of tea with her poison, each meant for the President and the main four ministers in his cabinet, the monsters behind the slaughter of her people, and for Katya. Anna then prepared the teas for the American delegation, making sure to add a little extra honey in gratitude for their support. When she was finished, Anna picked up the tray with the Russian delegations tea first and walked back to the patio table. She flashed the President and his delegation a smile as they took the teas, drinking deeply from the deadly brews. After returning to the kitchens, Anna picked up the American tray and served them their teas. Despite feeling in awe at being so close to the most powerful woman on Earth, Anna gave nothing away just a quick smile as the US President thanked her. Anna folded her hands together, bowed to both world leaders and left the patio her work done.


The poison would take about half an hour to take effect, ensuring that President Volkov and his staff would die after POTUS had left. Keeping the Americans out of the blowback and pinning the blame on Chechen rebels. As she walked away from the Dacha, Anna knew she needed a new disguise to leave the grounds. As she neared a small carpark, she noticed a pretty young Russian Presidential aide, walking towards her car. She was a looker, with shoulder length black hair, high cheekbones with a slightly squared jaw and big green eyes. She was dressed in a pinstripe black suit jacket with a black pencil skirt, that came above her knees, and black high heels on her feet. Under her jacket she wore a white shirt with a loose collar. A black hand bag looped over her right shoulder. Hanging around her neck from a lanyard, was a security key card. Anna smiled, her clothes would be a decent fit and her pass would get her through the front gate. Anna hung low creeping towards the unsuspecting aide.



Svetlana Zaitseva was an idiot she thought, she had left the Presidents draft proposal in her car. At 22, she had only had the job for 6 months after graduating from Moscow State University with a degree in Political Sciences, and she hadn't made a good impression so far. Despite the fact she was wearing her most sexiest suit and underwear to turn the Presidents gaze, it hadn't worked, in fact she was on her final warning from President Volkov. One more mistake, and she should consider her position. As she got the keys to her car from her handbag, Svetlana was about to open the car door when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth, then a quick sharp pain as her head was snapped to the right. The last thing Svetlana heard, was the sound of her neck breaking, as she slumped into her killers arms. She died without making a sound.


Holding the corpse of the Russian girl under her armpits, Anna dragged her to the car boot opening it. After stashing the corpse inside, Anna stripped off her server disguise, then began to strip the dead woman out of her suit. Anna started by removing her high heels and unfastening her suit jacket maneuvering it off of the corpse, then reaching around her pert ass, Anna unzipped the pencil skirt. After peeling off the skirt from the dead girl's waist and long legs, Anna unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. Leaving the dead aide, laying on her side wearing only a matching red lace bra and lace G-string thong. When she was finished dressing in the dead aides clothes, Anna yanked off the woman's key card from around her neck and looped it over her head. She then closed the car's trunk and locked it, then got into the Aide's car starting the engine and drove towards the front gate.




As she drove towards the front gate, Anna flashed the pretty red-headed Russian soldier a smile as she took her stolen key card, inserting it into the scanner. Once the light flashed green, the gates swung open. " Thank you, soldier. Have a good one." Anna said in perfect Russian as she drove through the open gates, as the red-headed soldier waved her through. Once she was safely down the road, Anna smiled. In one fell swoop, she had ended the war and saved her nation. Her hand caressed her silver locket, wondering what Katya would say if she could see her know. Anna knew exactly what she would have said. " Well done, Anna. Saviour of our nation. My avenger." Wiping the tears from her eyes, Anna drove down the road. Back home to the Ukraine to what would be a heroines welcome.

[meditions142]

Anna certainly is good at her drop. Three skillful neck breaks.

As you know I prefer non-lethal but still have to say this story had some great touches.

The scene with Nikita was the perfect sentry take out. Perfect scenario. A bored, young, clueless sentry girl. She allows herself to be distracted (in this case by taking a picture of herself) becoming an easy victim of the far smarter and more skilled intruder.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Anna certainly is good at her drop. Three skillful neck breaks.

As you know I prefer non-lethal but still have to say this story had some great touches.

The scene with Nikita was the perfect sentry take out. Perfect scenario. A bored, young, clueless sentry girl. She allows herself to be distracted (in this case by taking a picture of herself) becoming an easy victim of the far smarter and more skilled intruder.

Thank you meditions

I really like my sentry girls, whether they are hypnotised by Anna( the Vampire), knocked out by the SI, or dispatched with ruthless efficiency by a skillful intruder, in this case, Ukrainian Anna.


As Anna said to the clueless Nikita "You shouldn't be distracted by such things." And it proved to be a fatal error on her part.

[meditions142]

Anna certainly is good at her drop. Three skillful neck breaks.

As you know I prefer non-lethal but still have to say this story had some great touches.

The scene with Nikita was the perfect sentry take out. Perfect scenario. A bored, young, clueless sentry girl. She allows herself to be distracted (in this case by taking a picture of herself) becoming an easy victim of the far smarter and more skilled intruder.

Thank you meditions

I really like my sentry girls, whether they are hypnotised by Anna( the Vampire), knocked out by the SI, or dispatched with ruthless efficiency by a skillful intruder, in this case, Ukrainian Anna.


As Anna said to the clueless Nikita "You shouldn't be distracted by such things." And it proved to be a fatal error on her part.

Indeed, sentries as you know are my favorites. They are armed and should be a threat and impediment to an infiltrator or thief. Yet they are just cute clueless young women who are no match for their attackers. They get easily mind controlled. Or receive a pinch to their Vagus Nerve or get shot with the shock bullet. Or, in some cases, end up with their necks broken.

The perfect targets for uniform thieves.

[Stormtrooper1990]

Anna certainly is good at her drop. Three skillful neck breaks.

As you know I prefer non-lethal but still have to say this story had some great touches.

The scene with Nikita was the perfect sentry take out. Perfect scenario. A bored, young, clueless sentry girl. She allows herself to be distracted (in this case by taking a picture of herself) becoming an easy victim of the far smarter and more skilled intruder.

Thank you meditions

I really like my sentry girls, whether they are hypnotised by Anna( the Vampire), knocked out by the SI, or dispatched with ruthless efficiency by a skillful intruder, in this case, Ukrainian Anna.


As Anna said to the clueless Nikita "You shouldn't be distracted by such things." And it proved to be a fatal error on her part.

Indeed, sentries as you know are my favorites. They are armed and should be a threat and impediment to an infiltrator or thief. Yet they are just cute clueless young women who are no match for their attackers. They get easily mind controlled. Or receive a pinch to their Vagus Nerve or get shot with the shock bullet. Or, in some cases, end up with their necks broken.

The perfect targets for uniform thieves.

The most perfect examples were of course the Darkwatch sentries.

Cute, young and very naive. Who only joined Darkwatch because they lured by the promise of a uniform and a direction to their lives.

Unaware of course to how evil their employer was, and how much they were considered expendable.

Or like Siobhan and her devoted lover Annabeth, both persecuted by their employers for their sexuality.

Here, poor Nikita was more concerned with her social media then her job, and it cost her.

[esercito sconfitto]

I feel so sorry for the 19 years old Nikita Yakovleva of the Russian Army

[Stormtrooper1990]

Thanks Esercito.

The funny thing is that is THE Private Nikita Yakovleva, I based my sentry on her.


So a fitting memorial in more ways than one

[Stormtrooper1990]

Just a quick casting call for "To Kill a President"


Starring as FSSU Agent Anna Kurylenko

Renowed star of such films like Sentinelle, Quantum of Solace, Black Widow and many more...


Olga Kurylenko

[meditions142]

I feel so sorry for the 19 years old Nikita Yakovleva of the Russian Army

What a lovely soldier she is!

[Stormtrooper1990]

I feel so sorry for the 19 years old Nikita Yakovleva of the Russian Army

What a lovely soldier she is!

She is a cutie.

Why can't Russia invade the UK, with beauties like her.

I kind of hope she isn't in the Ukraine right now.

Or she could be, knocked out tied up, wearing only her panties. Her uniform stolen by a cute Ukrainian soldier.