Cold War Stories:- The Ghost of Budapest
Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2024 10:34 pm
Our next Cold War Story, takes us to Budapest 1956. At the height of the Hungarian Revolution, KGB tracker and assassin Sofia Bukarhova formerly Zsofia Goldstein as been given a vital assignment by Marshal Georgy Zhukov. She is to track down the location of a resistance cell responsible for the attack on the headquarters of the Hungarian Working People's Party in Budapest's Republic Square on the 30th October, that lead to the deaths of 25 secret police officers and a prominent party member. Once a victim of the Holocaust, Sofia will utilise the skills she learned in Auschwitz later honed by the KGB to track down these revolutionaries showing no mercy as she does so. This is her story...
Red Army Forward Operating Base, Budapest 1st November 1956 09:00am
Sofia Bukarhova looked at the tattoo on her lower left arm "157908". That was her "Jewess 157908" or Zsofia Goldstein from Budapest, but that name belonged to a stupid girl, a naive girl. A girl who had been a victim of the Nazis and her own people who were willing participants in the slaughter of her parents, her sister and 6 million Jews. Sofia was only 13 in 1943 when she and her family were deported to Auschwitz, were she had this done. She watched as first her parents, then her sister went to the gas chambers then to the crematoria. Sofia was spared that fate because the Nazis had found her pretty, with her flame red hair, big blue eyes and slightly squared features. Instead she had to sort through the valuables of the dead, stripping the corpses of dead women for the nazis. It was in Auschwitz that she had learned that it was better to prey on others, then to remain a victim. She had killed a girl for a new set of clothes or sometimes killed for a shiny hidden trinket, Sofia always liked to collect things especially from her victims. When the Soviets liberated Auschwitz, her adopted father Lieutenant Yuri Bukarhov took her in taking pity on her. It was through him that she was refined into a lethal weapon, first enlisting in the Red Army specialising in signals then the KGB. This was where she cast off the victim that was Zsofia Goldstein and became Sofia Bukarhova, a phantom a woman who was strong. Sofia accepted the universal truth of communism, killing those the KGB had ordered her to and those they did not. She enjoyed nothing more than taking the identity of another woman, her clothes, her possessions everything to become them. "Excuse me, comrade-Sergeant. Defence Minister Marshal Zhukov will see you know." The voice of a young soviet private, an attractive blonde drew her attention. "Thank you, comrade." She said rising from her chair, rolling down her uniform sleeve following the young woman into Zhukov's office.
"My dear Sofia! How good to see you. How long as it been? A year, two perhaps?" Exclaimed Marshal Zhukov as he shook Sofia's hand. "Uncle Georgy! It as been a year since you last visited our house in Moscow." Smiling Zhukov released his hand. " Yes, affairs of state and now this damned revolution as left me little time for the social niceties. Your father is enjoying his posting at the KGB?" Sofia took a cigarette from her jacket pocket, lighting it. " Indeed. Training the next generation of heroines of the motherland. Of which I'am his first success." She said blowing out a stream of blue smoke. Zhukov lit his own cigarette, taking a drag before replying. " That is why I requested you, Sofia. I know they call you prizak, that you utilise disguises to blend into the local population and eliminate your targets with ruthless efficiency. It's these skills that the motherland needs now. I need you for a difficult assignment." Sofia took a drag from her cigarette. "I'am eager to serve, comrade Zhukov. What does the motherland require of me?" Zhukov took out a bottle of Vodka, along with two glasses. He poured out a measure of the clear spirit in each glass before handing her a glass. "Tell me what do you know of the revolution here?" Sofia took a sip of her Vodka, feeling the warmth down her throat. "All I need to. These people are traitors and deserve to die as traitors. I care not for politics, uncle." Zhukov took a measure of his vodka. "These are your people after all Sofia? I thought you might an opinion." Sofia took a final drag from her cigarette, stubbing it out. "They are not my people, I care nothing for them. In fact I despise them. So my mission, uncle?" Zhukov took another drag from his cigarette. "Very well. As you are no doubt aware, resistance fighters stormed the headquarters of the Hungarian Working People's Party, here in Budapest. They murdered 25 Police Officers and the head of the party committee Imre Mezó himself. Your assignment is to locate the terrorists who performed this act, inform us of their location and we will take care of the rest." Sofia nodded, sipping her vodka. "Understood. Is there a lead that I could chase down to get me started?" Zhukov smiled, stubbing out his own cigarette. " In fact we do. Go to the university, and find out what MESFUSZ knows. They are the damned student union, who started this mess. They are connected to the resistance, they will have the information you need. Seek out Elek Farkas, our intelligence says he's a highly placed member, who as connections to the resistance. " Sofia finished the last of her Vodka, setting down on Zhukov's desk. "Thank you, uncle." She said rising from her chair. "One moment, Sofia. A couple of more things before you go. Firstly..." Zhukov snapped his fingers, the female private entered with a pile of clothes with papers on top she offered them to Sofia. Accepting them, Sofia took a look at the papers, her portrait had already been added. "Szabó Beatrix. I gather she donated these for the cause." Zhukov nodded grimly. " She was an exact match to your specifications. We had brought her for interrogation but she took her own life. We took everything off her corpse." Sofia simply sneered. "A weak coward, no great loss. What's the second thing?" Zhukov leaned back in his chair. "The Red Army in the city, have been briefed of your operation. Should you require their aid or to get past the checkpoints, just quote prizak. They will let you by." Sofia nodded bading her uncle Georgy farewell. "And Sofia, good luck. The city is a warzone." Sofia turned to face him. "I'am a ghost, they cannot kill what is already dead." She said before she swept from the tent.
Budapest University 10:00am
Sofia now posing as Beatrix Szabó, in her cheap clothes and undergarments stalked the outside of the university, an impressive bastion of learning with it's large marble cupola and marble façade. She remembered her father was a lecturer at the university, a professor of economies he had met her mother here. But none of that mattered, they were the memories of a dead girl. Sofia focused on her mission, she needed to infiltrate the university and for that she needed the clothes of a student. There were many females present in the crowd of protesters, who were drawing a lot of looks from the Red Army soldiers who were tensing raising their AK-47s high. I hope they gun these wretches down, the sooner the better, the traitors...she thought. It would be impossible to drag one of those girls away into the shadows, without being noticed. Suddenly the sound of foot steps from behind her drew her attention. Sofia turned to see a young woman, she was a pretty girl, around early twenties with rounded features, slender cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her medium length black curls danced around her shoulders. She was dressed in a thick black coat, underwhich was a black and white polka dot dress with sensible black shoes. Sofia smirked, she liked her outfit it would fit her well. Putting on a mask of distress, Sofia ran towards her. "Please, are you a student please help me!" The woman smiled at her as she approached. "Yes, I'am. My name is Ilona Fenyvesi. What's the matter?" Sofia pressed her advantage, she had long used pity as her weapon against the weak. "Please! I'am Beatrix Szabó. I have to get home to my daughter but with all these soldiers, I fear that I may be raped. I wonder could you escort me to my home? It's just through this alley behind me." Ilona flashed her a concerned look. "Of course, I would be happy to. We women need to stick together, especially in times like this." Sofia smiled, the foolish woman was far too trusting and she would die for it. Just another victim. "Thank you, it's just through here." She said leading the doomed girl into the alley.
"You know, Beatrix. My fiancé, Ervin Tóth is with the resistance and was part of that attack on the party headquarters, he is there fighting for our liberation from the ruling authority in Moscow. So we can determine our own destiny, with our own brand of communism." The girl said barely disguising her pride as they walked down the alley. The information was useful to Sofia she would become this woman soon enough, everything she had would be hers. Picking her moment carefully, Sofia stopped. "What's a matter, Beatrix?" Sofia pitched her voice with false terror, she pointed forward. "There ahead of us I see shadows, I think it's the Soviets." Ilona walked slightly forward squinting into the alley, it gave Sofia all the opening she needed. "Are you sure, I don't see a-ugh!!" Sofia quickly looped her garrote around the Ilona's slender throat, pulling her behind a row of dumpsters. "It's okay, Ilona. Your suffering will be over, and I will become you." Sofia whispered into the woman's ear tugging her wire harder as Ilona choked and kicked trying to pull the wire away but to no avail, Sofia was stronger then she. "Shh, don't fret my dear. You won't be alone for long, I will send your traitor lover to you soon enough." With that she tugged harder and harder, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone as Ilona's throat was crushed. The woman let out a slow death rattle as slumped into Sofia's wire garrote. Still breathing heavily from the exhilaration from the kill, Sofia lowered Ilona's body using her wire onto the ground. "Now I will become you, Ilona." She unlooped the garrote from around Ilona's throat, caressing her cheek.
Sofia stripped off her clothes, including the undergarments like a snake that shed its skin. Then with practiced hands she started to strip the dead woman, first removing any jewellery she was wearing, admiring the red line that circled Ilona's throat along with the red bruising as she took out her earrings. This included her engagement ring, a pretty band of gold with "Eternally yours E" engraved on the inside. Deciding that it would both make a nice souvenir of her kill and to establish her fiction Sofia slipped it on. After putting on the woman's jewellery, Sofia removed the coat and shoes, then rolled the corpse on her front unbuttoning the dress from the rear. Gently peeling the dress from her slim attractive body, Sofia turned the scantily clad Ilona back facing her a pitiful sight dressed only in her matching black cotton slip and shorts. Her time in the camps had taught Sofia that modesty was an abstract concept that meant nothing, a mere nicety. Humming a song from her childhood, Sofia rolled up Ilona's slip whipping off her shorts and exposing her small womanhood crowned with a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair. After flicking up the woman's arms, Ilona pulled off her slip over her head revealing well rounded breasts with puffy slightly pointed dark pink areolas. While Sofia felt a sexual attraction to other women, she rarely found time to indulge her lusts finding her pleasure through other means. She quickly got dressed in her stolen clothing, including the underwear slowly becoming Ilona Fenyvesi with each garment she slipped on. Once fully dressed, she scooped up the naked corpse of Ilona Fenyvesi itself nothing more than a pretty useless husk in a fireman's carry tossing her into a dumpster like a sack of garbage along with the clothing from Beatrix Szabó. Still humming, Sofia scooped up Ilona's handbag looping it over her shoulder, put in her garrote and walked out of the alley towards the university.
Disguised as Ilona Fenyvesi, Sofia walked into the university building asking around for Elek Farkas the head of MESFUSZ. After asking a few friendly, yet clueless faces Sofia found herself on the 1st floor office of Elek Farkas. Knocking twice, Sofia heard a friendly "Enter." come from the other side of the door. She opened it to find a young dark haired man, with a small moustache sitting behind his desk. "Hello there. How can I help you miss...?" Sofia flashed him a smile, holding out her hand. " Ms Ilona Fenyvesi, I'am studying philosophy. I have come about my fiancé Ervin Tóth." He shook her hand inviting her to sit down. "Of course, do you smoke Ilona?" He said offering her a cigarette she accepted, leaning forward to let him light it. Leaning back she took a drag, then pulled a false expression of distress."You see, he was one of the brave souls who struck against Nagy and the Soviets in Republic Square. But I haven't heard from him in two days. What if he's dead? What if he's starving? I must write him." She said pitching a tone of hysterical distress, as she blew out a panic cloud of blue smoke. Farkas listened as he took a long drag of his cigarette, flashing her sympathetic smile. "Of course. I have it on good authority that his safe and well with the heroes of Republic Square, on a farm just outside the city. Here I can give you the address, so you can write him..." He took out a piece of paper, writing the address down before handing it to her. "...I wouldn't want you to worry for him. We should hold on to love in these trying times." An insipid viewpoint, only survival as meaning Sofia thought as she accepted the address. "Thank you, Mr Farkas." Farkas held up his hand. "Don't mention it, Ilona. We are all in this together. One more thing, my dear. When you write your letter, take it to Kovacs' Grocer in Kelenförd. Do you know it?" Sofia nodded, strangely enough it wasn't far from where the dead girl Zsofia Goldstein used to live. Her parents sometimes brought groceries from old Kovacs, Sofia was surprised the business survived the war. She nodded, smiling. "Well, old Kovacs keeps the resistance supplied with food, letters from home and weapons. He's a brave man." A foolish man, a filthy traitor. Like you Sofia smiled as she put the address in her handbag, before stubbing out her cigarette. "Well thank you for your help, Mr Farkas. You have eased my mind." Sofia rose from her chair, as Farkas walked around his desk. "Of course, Ms Fenyvesi. I only wish the best for you and your fiancé on your life together." He said opening the door for her, Sofia bade him farewell as he closed the door behind her. Ten minutes later, Sofia found herself outside the university grounds hearing gunshots from behind her as the red army fired into the crowd. Good, kill all the traitors but save some for me She thought jumping on a tram to Kelenförd.
Kovacs Groceries Kelenförd 11:00am
It felt strange for Sofia to walk these streets, streets that she once played in well in her past life as the stupid girl Zsofia Goldstein. The girl had once tried to hide from the Nazis in these back alleys that lead to the loading dock of the grocery, but somehow they always found her. Shaking the memory from her mind, Sofia stalked towards the green ajar door that led to the loading bay of old Kovacs' grocers. Squeezing through Sofia emerged into a bay in front of her was a truck that was being loaded by old Kovacs' and a young blonde woman, her medium length hair tied into pigtails, wearing a simple outfit of denim dungarees, black work boots and red buttoned shirt. Sofia smiled her clothes would be a good fit all see needed to do was to get her alone, impossible for the moment so he hunkered down by the crates near the door, waiting for her opportunity. The grocer girl had finished loading a crate of apples when she turned in Sofia's direction, allowing Sofia to get a good look at her. She was an attractive young girl, 20 by the looks of her with heart shaped features, high cheekbones and doe shaped blue eyes. " Csilla?" Csilla, that's a pretty name. I will enjoy being you Sofia thought as the girl turned to face Kovacs. "Come here I need to go through the plan with you." The old man came with a clipboard gesturing to the girl, Csilla smiled walking away from the tailgate of the talk. Seizing her moment, Sofia broke from cover crouching low and like her codename she silently boarded the truck, without the two clueless people even registering her presence. She snuggled in the shadows at the rear of the truck, as she eavesdropped on their conversation. "Remember, Csilla just smile and wink. The soldiers will let you through without searching the truck." Csilla sounded a little doubtful. "Are you sure Mr Kovacs? I want to be sure that they won't just put me against the wall and shoot me." Mr Kovacs clapped her shoulder. "And why should they shoot you, Csilla? You are just a pretty girl driving a truck on a morning run. Nothing to be suspicious about. You'll be fine." Csilla sighed. "They will be suspicious if they knew what we are about, it's treason." Kovacs voice got a little more impatient. "Look, Csilla. All the other girls I have used haven't reported anything. Our brave boys and girls need these supplies, I can spare no one else." There were footsteps as Csilla walked to the cab. "Alright, Mr Kovacs. If you say so I trust you and your right I'am doing my bit for the revolution." The cab door opened, as Csilla got behind the wheel and started the engine. "Good luck, my girl." Kovacs said to her before Csilla drove the truck out of the loading bay. Sofia smiled. Just you and me, Csilla. Time to become you
Csilla Basjusz drove towards the first soviet checkpoint, feeling a slight trepidation at his plan of her bluffing her way past a checkpoint of twitchy Red Army soldiers using her good looks. At 20, Csilla had been working at the Kovacs grocers for only 6 months and this was her first delivery run to Hosmusz farm where the rebels from Republic Square were hold up. Csilla was nervous while she supported the struggle for independence in theory, she didn't want to end up dead at her tender age for treason against the state. But she needed the job, the money to keep paying the rent on her mother's place where they lived. Her father had died fighting the Nazis, leaving herself and her mum in their apartment. Csilla had no designs on dying for a fool cause like her father. The sound of knocking from the rear of the truck, broke her from her thoughts. "What the hell? Is someone back there?" Stopping the truck, Csilla got out walking around the truck to the tailgate. "Hello? Whoever it is stop playing games, I'am not in the mood. You cannot be back there." Again more knocking answered her. "Alright fine. I'am coming in, last chance to clear out." Csilla climbed into the dark truck, going to the rear of the truck past crates of food and weapons, half expecting to find a kid huddled in the shadows. She sighed to herself chuckling. "I was just hear-" Before she could complete her sentence, Csilla felt a slender hand cup under her chin then onto the rear of her head, her head twisted savagely to the right, her neck broke with a sickening crunch. Csilla Basjusz collapsed to the trucks floor, like a puppet with it's strings cut. "You must have heard a ghost, sweet Csilla." Sofia said as she stripped out of Ilona Fenyvesi's clothes.
"Csilla Basjusz? That's your name. Well, you are not her now. I'am." Sofia crouched naked reading the girls ID papers before her hands begun to undress the dead woman. "You know you were right, foolish girl. The Red Army wouldn't have fell for your rouse. They would have put you against the wall." She made a gun with her fingers, mocking a firing sound as she copied the girl's pigtails before unlacing her boots. "So in a way, I gave you a more merciful death. But it was not kindness, you had something I needed and you were a traitor, weak and pathetic. Worth nothing." Sofia looped the dungarees from Csilla's shoulders peeled the garment down from her slim petite body, revealing a pair of white satin lace frilled high waisted panties guarding her modesty. Sofia whipped them off, exposing her small young womanhood crown by a trimmed fan of blonde hair. After pulled up the panties, Sofia unbuttoned the girls shirts admiring the bruising left by the broken neck. Sofia reflected that she preferred her garrote, a neck snap was too quick it didn't allow her to enjoy drawing out the last moments of her kill. But the cramped space didn't allow for the garrote, Sofia however was nothing if not adaptable. The glint of something shiny drew Sofia's attention as she opened out the dead girls shirt, exposing her matching white bullet bra. It was a silver cross around her neck, Sofia cocked her head. She had long since abandoned her Jewish faith, instead accepting the universal truth of communism with no hesitation. After all God wasn't there for her in Auschwitz, He had allowed the Nazis to murder her family, He was never there to watch over her. Sofia had survived because of herself, to do what she had to do. God certainly didn't save poor little Csilla. Sofia yanked off the cross from the dead woman's throat, putting it on, another souvenir to add to the ring. After stripping the shirt from the corpse, Sofia turned the body onto its side unclasping the bra, slipping it from the shoulders revealing small youthful breasts with circular light pink areolas. Sofia quickly dressed in Csilla's clothing assuming her identity. When she was finished, Sofia dragged the naked corpse behind a row of crates concealing her in the shadows. With her new identity, Sofia jumped out of the trucks rear walking towards the cab getting in. She started the engine driving towards the first soviet checkpoint.
As Sofia approached the first checkpoint, she stopped the truck as a young female Red Army soldier walked in front of her holding up her hand. "Please state your business and submit to a search of your vehicle, miss." The woman said as she approached the cab, one hand on her AK-47. Sofia merely leaned out and said one word. "Prizak" The young soldier blinked in surprise. "Your the KGB asset? I didn't expect a woman, truth be told." Sofia smiled taking in the soldiers good looks. "They rarely see me coming, comrade." The soldier smiled nervously. "So how can the Red Army assist you, comrade?" Sofia gestured with her head past the checkpoint. "If you could inform the other checkpoints that I will passing through, I would appreciate that." The young sergeant nodded. "Of course, right away." She turned gesturing to her radio operator in the guard station. "Anything else, comrade?" Sofia leaned back in her seat. "Do you have a map? The traitor bitch didn't have one in the cab."
Hosmusz Farm 5km South of Budapest 12:00pm
Sofia, disguised as Csilla Basjusz approached the farm it's entrance flanked by two resistance fighters dressed in black armed with Mosin Nagant rifles. One of them was a young woman, dressed in a long black shirt and matching trousers with soviet combat webbing, laced combat boots. A black beret perched over her light brown hair, tied into a short ponytail. The woman stopped in the middle of the road, flagging Sofia down. "Hey there. You got the delivery from old Kovacs? Are you new? I haven't seen you here before." Sofia smiled thinking what would be like to become her. "My name Csilla Basjusz, good to meet you." She held out her hand. "It's my first delivery run." The girl about early twenties by Sofia's estimation gripped her hand. "Likewise, Csilla. I'am Hanna Takács I hope you got through Soviet checkpoints ok?" Sofia nodded "I just flashed them a smile and fluttered my eyelashes. They let me through." Hanna laughed. "I will go in with you, get this stuff unloaded. Imré..." Hanna got onto the side of the truck. "...Get someone to cover my watch." The male guard got on the radio as Hanna turned to Sofia. "Take us to the barns, we can unload directly there." Sofia smiled driving through the open gates.
As Sofia drove around to the barns she saw a few peasants milling around. "You have peasants still working here? Aren't you putting them in danger?" Sofia asked, she didn't care of course anyone of those peasant girls would be a suitable means of escape. "No, there are ten of us all fresh from Republic Square. We already have proved ourselves against the AVH, the Red Army won't be a problem. We have grenades and RPGs, enough to blow up some tanks, don't worry Csilla." Sofia narrowed her eyes I highly doubt traitor, I will enjoy killing and becoming you "Here just inside the barn, we use it to store food." Sofia stopped the truck as Hanna jumped off. "So you have a radio? A way to call the outside?" Sofia asked as she made her way to the rear of the truck. Hanna behind her answered. "Yes, in the cellar of the farmhouse. But we are only to use it in an emergency." Sofia smiled as she clambered into the rear of the truck, she had gotten all she required from Hanna it was time to become her. Picking up a small crate of apples, Sofia dropped them out in front of Hanna. "Oh shit! Sorry." She said taking out her garrote. "It's okay, Csilla. Accidents happen, I have got this." Hanna turned to pick it up, but Sofia looped her garrote around her slender throat. "No not Csilla, she passed on but you will see her soon enough, filthy traitor. It's Hanna now, for the time being." She hissed in the dying woman's ear as she choked, desperate trying to pull the cord away but Sofia pulled tighter as she dragged Hanna into the back of the truck. Suddenly Sofia chuckled as she heard the satisfying crunch of bone, as Hanna's throat was crushed she let out a slow death rattle. "Goodbye, Hanna. Time to become you."
Sofia laid the dead body of Hanna near the naked cool corpse of Csilla, searching the resistance fighters pockets. "A hip flask from your father?" She said as read the inscription on the reverse. "And still full. I will save that for later." Sofia stripped off Csilla's clothes but this time elected to keep her underwear, time was of the essence after all they will come looking for Hanna eventually. Sofia removed the woman's hat, boots, combat webbing and rifle then unbuttoned her shirt revealing a hint of a blue cotton slip covering a white lace bra and well formed breasts. After buttoning up the shirt, Sofia unfastened Hanna's trousers, working them off her shapely hips peeling them down her long legs exposing her high waisted white shorts. Sofia quickly got dressed in Hanna's clothes, lamenting the fact she didn't take Hanna's underwear. Once she was finished, Sofia copied Hanna's ponytail before setting the beret on her head then set her shoulder to shoulder with the naked body of Csilla. "You make a lovely couple." Sofia said as looped Hana's rifle over her shoulder. Jumping out of the truck, Hanna headed towards the farmhouse.
Her disguise allowed Sofia to blend in sharing nods and greetings to the resistance fighters as she made her way through the farmhouse, down towards the cellar of the farmhouse. Finding no locked doors, Sofia made her down to the cellar finding a radio set manned by a single operator a young man wearing a soviet garrison cap. "Hello. You aren't my relief, I still have another couple of hours." Sofia placed herself behind the man. "I need to send a message to the outside, urgently." The man chuckled. "I think we all would but you know the rules, only use the radio in emergencies or the Soviets will find us. Hold on, I haven't seen yo-ugh!" Sofia looped her wire around his throat and pulled tightly. "No but I'am not staying long, traitor!" Sofia heard the mans neck crack, as she pulled him backwards off his chair. Satisfied, Sofia dragged him with her garrote behind some barrels. Unlooping her garrote, Sofia replaced the chair then sat down. Taking the headset she switched it on, tuning it to Soviet command frequency. "Command, this is Prizak copy over?" There was a slight pause until a female voice responded. "Prizak this is command we are recieving you loud and clear over. Report." Sofia filled them in on everything she had learned, including their armaments. "Hosmusz Farm? We have a tank unit stationed 10 minutes out. You better get out of there, prizak, over." Sofia nodded. "Copy that, advise the tanks to suppress from afar. They have RPGs. Attack with infantry units, over." The woman made an affirmative sound. "Roger that, good luck prizak. Command out." Sofia replaced the headset, switched off the radio set and walked back up the stairs. Locking the door behind her.
10 minutes later
The sound of the first tank shell impacting near the rear of the farmhouse, caused absolute chaos. The resistance fighters spurred into action, rushing out the front door grabbing weapons. "How did they find us?" Cried one. "Someone sold us out, some fucking Stalinist!" Shouted another as they piled out of the front door. In the confusion Sofia slipped out of the back door. As she heard the sound of automatic fire from the front of the farm and shellbursts from the tank fire on the hill, Sofia weighed up her next move. She needed a change of clothes, it wouldn't do for her to get shot as a filthy traitor by her own side. Luckily, near a broken slate wall blown apart by a tank shell was the body of a young peasant girl near a upturned cart. Sofia ran towards the corpse getting a better luck, she was a pretty slip of a thing with not a mark on her body. Concussive force from an explosion, leaves the corpse intact but her insides are all mush Sofia turned the corpse over, she was attractive in a rustic sort of way with gentle rounded features and shallow cheekbones, her gold dead blue eyes staring into the overcast sky. There was a loose strand of honey hair poking from her white bandana. She was dressed in a simple brown sackcloth short sleeve dress that bared her slender neck. It wasn't the most prettiest outfit she had stripped from a corpse but she had stolen much worse. Sofia took the still warm body of the dead peasant girl, dragging it into the crater. After stripping down to her underwear, Sofia quickly stripped the dead peasant girl, to the chorus of screams and gunfire, unlacing the simple dress removing her hat and shoes. Sofia also took the dead girls cheap cream slip, looking down at the girls pretty empty useless husk, as she got dressed. She had a slim toned body with full buoyant breasts with puffy pink full areolas and a full pink clit with a untrimmed smattering of blonde hair. Once she was finished, she climbed out of the crater hopping over the low wall. Sofia walked towards the Soviet tanks, humming along as she did so.
Soviet Forward Operating Camp 1 hour later
"Excellent work, Sofia on hunting down those murderers. You do your father credit." Zhukov said as he leaned back in his chair as Sofia smiling took a drag from her cigarette still dressed in the peasant girls clothes. "Thank you, uncle Georgy. It was a pleasure to serve the motherland." She blew out a stream of smoke. "There is talk that Khrushchev wants to offer you a Hero of the Soviet Union Medal and promotion to Lieutenant. But that's early days, we should toast your victory." Zhukov took out two glasses pouring a measure of vodka in each, then handed her a glass. "To the glory of the motherland! To the USSR!" Sofia taking a quick glance at her Auschwitz tattoo added. "And to being a ghost. After all, the enemy cannot kill that who is already dead." Echoing the toast they both downed their vodka's in one. Sofia smiled she was Sofia Bukarhova, prizak. And she was the ghost of Budapest.
Red Army Forward Operating Base, Budapest 1st November 1956 09:00am
Sofia Bukarhova looked at the tattoo on her lower left arm "157908". That was her "Jewess 157908" or Zsofia Goldstein from Budapest, but that name belonged to a stupid girl, a naive girl. A girl who had been a victim of the Nazis and her own people who were willing participants in the slaughter of her parents, her sister and 6 million Jews. Sofia was only 13 in 1943 when she and her family were deported to Auschwitz, were she had this done. She watched as first her parents, then her sister went to the gas chambers then to the crematoria. Sofia was spared that fate because the Nazis had found her pretty, with her flame red hair, big blue eyes and slightly squared features. Instead she had to sort through the valuables of the dead, stripping the corpses of dead women for the nazis. It was in Auschwitz that she had learned that it was better to prey on others, then to remain a victim. She had killed a girl for a new set of clothes or sometimes killed for a shiny hidden trinket, Sofia always liked to collect things especially from her victims. When the Soviets liberated Auschwitz, her adopted father Lieutenant Yuri Bukarhov took her in taking pity on her. It was through him that she was refined into a lethal weapon, first enlisting in the Red Army specialising in signals then the KGB. This was where she cast off the victim that was Zsofia Goldstein and became Sofia Bukarhova, a phantom a woman who was strong. Sofia accepted the universal truth of communism, killing those the KGB had ordered her to and those they did not. She enjoyed nothing more than taking the identity of another woman, her clothes, her possessions everything to become them. "Excuse me, comrade-Sergeant. Defence Minister Marshal Zhukov will see you know." The voice of a young soviet private, an attractive blonde drew her attention. "Thank you, comrade." She said rising from her chair, rolling down her uniform sleeve following the young woman into Zhukov's office.
"My dear Sofia! How good to see you. How long as it been? A year, two perhaps?" Exclaimed Marshal Zhukov as he shook Sofia's hand. "Uncle Georgy! It as been a year since you last visited our house in Moscow." Smiling Zhukov released his hand. " Yes, affairs of state and now this damned revolution as left me little time for the social niceties. Your father is enjoying his posting at the KGB?" Sofia took a cigarette from her jacket pocket, lighting it. " Indeed. Training the next generation of heroines of the motherland. Of which I'am his first success." She said blowing out a stream of blue smoke. Zhukov lit his own cigarette, taking a drag before replying. " That is why I requested you, Sofia. I know they call you prizak, that you utilise disguises to blend into the local population and eliminate your targets with ruthless efficiency. It's these skills that the motherland needs now. I need you for a difficult assignment." Sofia took a drag from her cigarette. "I'am eager to serve, comrade Zhukov. What does the motherland require of me?" Zhukov took out a bottle of Vodka, along with two glasses. He poured out a measure of the clear spirit in each glass before handing her a glass. "Tell me what do you know of the revolution here?" Sofia took a sip of her Vodka, feeling the warmth down her throat. "All I need to. These people are traitors and deserve to die as traitors. I care not for politics, uncle." Zhukov took a measure of his vodka. "These are your people after all Sofia? I thought you might an opinion." Sofia took a final drag from her cigarette, stubbing it out. "They are not my people, I care nothing for them. In fact I despise them. So my mission, uncle?" Zhukov took another drag from his cigarette. "Very well. As you are no doubt aware, resistance fighters stormed the headquarters of the Hungarian Working People's Party, here in Budapest. They murdered 25 Police Officers and the head of the party committee Imre Mezó himself. Your assignment is to locate the terrorists who performed this act, inform us of their location and we will take care of the rest." Sofia nodded, sipping her vodka. "Understood. Is there a lead that I could chase down to get me started?" Zhukov smiled, stubbing out his own cigarette. " In fact we do. Go to the university, and find out what MESFUSZ knows. They are the damned student union, who started this mess. They are connected to the resistance, they will have the information you need. Seek out Elek Farkas, our intelligence says he's a highly placed member, who as connections to the resistance. " Sofia finished the last of her Vodka, setting down on Zhukov's desk. "Thank you, uncle." She said rising from her chair. "One moment, Sofia. A couple of more things before you go. Firstly..." Zhukov snapped his fingers, the female private entered with a pile of clothes with papers on top she offered them to Sofia. Accepting them, Sofia took a look at the papers, her portrait had already been added. "Szabó Beatrix. I gather she donated these for the cause." Zhukov nodded grimly. " She was an exact match to your specifications. We had brought her for interrogation but she took her own life. We took everything off her corpse." Sofia simply sneered. "A weak coward, no great loss. What's the second thing?" Zhukov leaned back in his chair. "The Red Army in the city, have been briefed of your operation. Should you require their aid or to get past the checkpoints, just quote prizak. They will let you by." Sofia nodded bading her uncle Georgy farewell. "And Sofia, good luck. The city is a warzone." Sofia turned to face him. "I'am a ghost, they cannot kill what is already dead." She said before she swept from the tent.
Budapest University 10:00am
Sofia now posing as Beatrix Szabó, in her cheap clothes and undergarments stalked the outside of the university, an impressive bastion of learning with it's large marble cupola and marble façade. She remembered her father was a lecturer at the university, a professor of economies he had met her mother here. But none of that mattered, they were the memories of a dead girl. Sofia focused on her mission, she needed to infiltrate the university and for that she needed the clothes of a student. There were many females present in the crowd of protesters, who were drawing a lot of looks from the Red Army soldiers who were tensing raising their AK-47s high. I hope they gun these wretches down, the sooner the better, the traitors...she thought. It would be impossible to drag one of those girls away into the shadows, without being noticed. Suddenly the sound of foot steps from behind her drew her attention. Sofia turned to see a young woman, she was a pretty girl, around early twenties with rounded features, slender cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her medium length black curls danced around her shoulders. She was dressed in a thick black coat, underwhich was a black and white polka dot dress with sensible black shoes. Sofia smirked, she liked her outfit it would fit her well. Putting on a mask of distress, Sofia ran towards her. "Please, are you a student please help me!" The woman smiled at her as she approached. "Yes, I'am. My name is Ilona Fenyvesi. What's the matter?" Sofia pressed her advantage, she had long used pity as her weapon against the weak. "Please! I'am Beatrix Szabó. I have to get home to my daughter but with all these soldiers, I fear that I may be raped. I wonder could you escort me to my home? It's just through this alley behind me." Ilona flashed her a concerned look. "Of course, I would be happy to. We women need to stick together, especially in times like this." Sofia smiled, the foolish woman was far too trusting and she would die for it. Just another victim. "Thank you, it's just through here." She said leading the doomed girl into the alley.
"You know, Beatrix. My fiancé, Ervin Tóth is with the resistance and was part of that attack on the party headquarters, he is there fighting for our liberation from the ruling authority in Moscow. So we can determine our own destiny, with our own brand of communism." The girl said barely disguising her pride as they walked down the alley. The information was useful to Sofia she would become this woman soon enough, everything she had would be hers. Picking her moment carefully, Sofia stopped. "What's a matter, Beatrix?" Sofia pitched her voice with false terror, she pointed forward. "There ahead of us I see shadows, I think it's the Soviets." Ilona walked slightly forward squinting into the alley, it gave Sofia all the opening she needed. "Are you sure, I don't see a-ugh!!" Sofia quickly looped her garrote around the Ilona's slender throat, pulling her behind a row of dumpsters. "It's okay, Ilona. Your suffering will be over, and I will become you." Sofia whispered into the woman's ear tugging her wire harder as Ilona choked and kicked trying to pull the wire away but to no avail, Sofia was stronger then she. "Shh, don't fret my dear. You won't be alone for long, I will send your traitor lover to you soon enough." With that she tugged harder and harder, hearing the satisfying crunch of bone as Ilona's throat was crushed. The woman let out a slow death rattle as slumped into Sofia's wire garrote. Still breathing heavily from the exhilaration from the kill, Sofia lowered Ilona's body using her wire onto the ground. "Now I will become you, Ilona." She unlooped the garrote from around Ilona's throat, caressing her cheek.
Sofia stripped off her clothes, including the undergarments like a snake that shed its skin. Then with practiced hands she started to strip the dead woman, first removing any jewellery she was wearing, admiring the red line that circled Ilona's throat along with the red bruising as she took out her earrings. This included her engagement ring, a pretty band of gold with "Eternally yours E" engraved on the inside. Deciding that it would both make a nice souvenir of her kill and to establish her fiction Sofia slipped it on. After putting on the woman's jewellery, Sofia removed the coat and shoes, then rolled the corpse on her front unbuttoning the dress from the rear. Gently peeling the dress from her slim attractive body, Sofia turned the scantily clad Ilona back facing her a pitiful sight dressed only in her matching black cotton slip and shorts. Her time in the camps had taught Sofia that modesty was an abstract concept that meant nothing, a mere nicety. Humming a song from her childhood, Sofia rolled up Ilona's slip whipping off her shorts and exposing her small womanhood crowned with a thick trimmed strip of black pubic hair. After flicking up the woman's arms, Ilona pulled off her slip over her head revealing well rounded breasts with puffy slightly pointed dark pink areolas. While Sofia felt a sexual attraction to other women, she rarely found time to indulge her lusts finding her pleasure through other means. She quickly got dressed in her stolen clothing, including the underwear slowly becoming Ilona Fenyvesi with each garment she slipped on. Once fully dressed, she scooped up the naked corpse of Ilona Fenyvesi itself nothing more than a pretty useless husk in a fireman's carry tossing her into a dumpster like a sack of garbage along with the clothing from Beatrix Szabó. Still humming, Sofia scooped up Ilona's handbag looping it over her shoulder, put in her garrote and walked out of the alley towards the university.
Disguised as Ilona Fenyvesi, Sofia walked into the university building asking around for Elek Farkas the head of MESFUSZ. After asking a few friendly, yet clueless faces Sofia found herself on the 1st floor office of Elek Farkas. Knocking twice, Sofia heard a friendly "Enter." come from the other side of the door. She opened it to find a young dark haired man, with a small moustache sitting behind his desk. "Hello there. How can I help you miss...?" Sofia flashed him a smile, holding out her hand. " Ms Ilona Fenyvesi, I'am studying philosophy. I have come about my fiancé Ervin Tóth." He shook her hand inviting her to sit down. "Of course, do you smoke Ilona?" He said offering her a cigarette she accepted, leaning forward to let him light it. Leaning back she took a drag, then pulled a false expression of distress."You see, he was one of the brave souls who struck against Nagy and the Soviets in Republic Square. But I haven't heard from him in two days. What if he's dead? What if he's starving? I must write him." She said pitching a tone of hysterical distress, as she blew out a panic cloud of blue smoke. Farkas listened as he took a long drag of his cigarette, flashing her sympathetic smile. "Of course. I have it on good authority that his safe and well with the heroes of Republic Square, on a farm just outside the city. Here I can give you the address, so you can write him..." He took out a piece of paper, writing the address down before handing it to her. "...I wouldn't want you to worry for him. We should hold on to love in these trying times." An insipid viewpoint, only survival as meaning Sofia thought as she accepted the address. "Thank you, Mr Farkas." Farkas held up his hand. "Don't mention it, Ilona. We are all in this together. One more thing, my dear. When you write your letter, take it to Kovacs' Grocer in Kelenförd. Do you know it?" Sofia nodded, strangely enough it wasn't far from where the dead girl Zsofia Goldstein used to live. Her parents sometimes brought groceries from old Kovacs, Sofia was surprised the business survived the war. She nodded, smiling. "Well, old Kovacs keeps the resistance supplied with food, letters from home and weapons. He's a brave man." A foolish man, a filthy traitor. Like you Sofia smiled as she put the address in her handbag, before stubbing out her cigarette. "Well thank you for your help, Mr Farkas. You have eased my mind." Sofia rose from her chair, as Farkas walked around his desk. "Of course, Ms Fenyvesi. I only wish the best for you and your fiancé on your life together." He said opening the door for her, Sofia bade him farewell as he closed the door behind her. Ten minutes later, Sofia found herself outside the university grounds hearing gunshots from behind her as the red army fired into the crowd. Good, kill all the traitors but save some for me She thought jumping on a tram to Kelenförd.
Kovacs Groceries Kelenförd 11:00am
It felt strange for Sofia to walk these streets, streets that she once played in well in her past life as the stupid girl Zsofia Goldstein. The girl had once tried to hide from the Nazis in these back alleys that lead to the loading dock of the grocery, but somehow they always found her. Shaking the memory from her mind, Sofia stalked towards the green ajar door that led to the loading bay of old Kovacs' grocers. Squeezing through Sofia emerged into a bay in front of her was a truck that was being loaded by old Kovacs' and a young blonde woman, her medium length hair tied into pigtails, wearing a simple outfit of denim dungarees, black work boots and red buttoned shirt. Sofia smiled her clothes would be a good fit all see needed to do was to get her alone, impossible for the moment so he hunkered down by the crates near the door, waiting for her opportunity. The grocer girl had finished loading a crate of apples when she turned in Sofia's direction, allowing Sofia to get a good look at her. She was an attractive young girl, 20 by the looks of her with heart shaped features, high cheekbones and doe shaped blue eyes. " Csilla?" Csilla, that's a pretty name. I will enjoy being you Sofia thought as the girl turned to face Kovacs. "Come here I need to go through the plan with you." The old man came with a clipboard gesturing to the girl, Csilla smiled walking away from the tailgate of the talk. Seizing her moment, Sofia broke from cover crouching low and like her codename she silently boarded the truck, without the two clueless people even registering her presence. She snuggled in the shadows at the rear of the truck, as she eavesdropped on their conversation. "Remember, Csilla just smile and wink. The soldiers will let you through without searching the truck." Csilla sounded a little doubtful. "Are you sure Mr Kovacs? I want to be sure that they won't just put me against the wall and shoot me." Mr Kovacs clapped her shoulder. "And why should they shoot you, Csilla? You are just a pretty girl driving a truck on a morning run. Nothing to be suspicious about. You'll be fine." Csilla sighed. "They will be suspicious if they knew what we are about, it's treason." Kovacs voice got a little more impatient. "Look, Csilla. All the other girls I have used haven't reported anything. Our brave boys and girls need these supplies, I can spare no one else." There were footsteps as Csilla walked to the cab. "Alright, Mr Kovacs. If you say so I trust you and your right I'am doing my bit for the revolution." The cab door opened, as Csilla got behind the wheel and started the engine. "Good luck, my girl." Kovacs said to her before Csilla drove the truck out of the loading bay. Sofia smiled. Just you and me, Csilla. Time to become you
Csilla Basjusz drove towards the first soviet checkpoint, feeling a slight trepidation at his plan of her bluffing her way past a checkpoint of twitchy Red Army soldiers using her good looks. At 20, Csilla had been working at the Kovacs grocers for only 6 months and this was her first delivery run to Hosmusz farm where the rebels from Republic Square were hold up. Csilla was nervous while she supported the struggle for independence in theory, she didn't want to end up dead at her tender age for treason against the state. But she needed the job, the money to keep paying the rent on her mother's place where they lived. Her father had died fighting the Nazis, leaving herself and her mum in their apartment. Csilla had no designs on dying for a fool cause like her father. The sound of knocking from the rear of the truck, broke her from her thoughts. "What the hell? Is someone back there?" Stopping the truck, Csilla got out walking around the truck to the tailgate. "Hello? Whoever it is stop playing games, I'am not in the mood. You cannot be back there." Again more knocking answered her. "Alright fine. I'am coming in, last chance to clear out." Csilla climbed into the dark truck, going to the rear of the truck past crates of food and weapons, half expecting to find a kid huddled in the shadows. She sighed to herself chuckling. "I was just hear-" Before she could complete her sentence, Csilla felt a slender hand cup under her chin then onto the rear of her head, her head twisted savagely to the right, her neck broke with a sickening crunch. Csilla Basjusz collapsed to the trucks floor, like a puppet with it's strings cut. "You must have heard a ghost, sweet Csilla." Sofia said as she stripped out of Ilona Fenyvesi's clothes.
"Csilla Basjusz? That's your name. Well, you are not her now. I'am." Sofia crouched naked reading the girls ID papers before her hands begun to undress the dead woman. "You know you were right, foolish girl. The Red Army wouldn't have fell for your rouse. They would have put you against the wall." She made a gun with her fingers, mocking a firing sound as she copied the girl's pigtails before unlacing her boots. "So in a way, I gave you a more merciful death. But it was not kindness, you had something I needed and you were a traitor, weak and pathetic. Worth nothing." Sofia looped the dungarees from Csilla's shoulders peeled the garment down from her slim petite body, revealing a pair of white satin lace frilled high waisted panties guarding her modesty. Sofia whipped them off, exposing her small young womanhood crown by a trimmed fan of blonde hair. After pulled up the panties, Sofia unbuttoned the girls shirts admiring the bruising left by the broken neck. Sofia reflected that she preferred her garrote, a neck snap was too quick it didn't allow her to enjoy drawing out the last moments of her kill. But the cramped space didn't allow for the garrote, Sofia however was nothing if not adaptable. The glint of something shiny drew Sofia's attention as she opened out the dead girls shirt, exposing her matching white bullet bra. It was a silver cross around her neck, Sofia cocked her head. She had long since abandoned her Jewish faith, instead accepting the universal truth of communism with no hesitation. After all God wasn't there for her in Auschwitz, He had allowed the Nazis to murder her family, He was never there to watch over her. Sofia had survived because of herself, to do what she had to do. God certainly didn't save poor little Csilla. Sofia yanked off the cross from the dead woman's throat, putting it on, another souvenir to add to the ring. After stripping the shirt from the corpse, Sofia turned the body onto its side unclasping the bra, slipping it from the shoulders revealing small youthful breasts with circular light pink areolas. Sofia quickly dressed in Csilla's clothing assuming her identity. When she was finished, Sofia dragged the naked corpse behind a row of crates concealing her in the shadows. With her new identity, Sofia jumped out of the trucks rear walking towards the cab getting in. She started the engine driving towards the first soviet checkpoint.
As Sofia approached the first checkpoint, she stopped the truck as a young female Red Army soldier walked in front of her holding up her hand. "Please state your business and submit to a search of your vehicle, miss." The woman said as she approached the cab, one hand on her AK-47. Sofia merely leaned out and said one word. "Prizak" The young soldier blinked in surprise. "Your the KGB asset? I didn't expect a woman, truth be told." Sofia smiled taking in the soldiers good looks. "They rarely see me coming, comrade." The soldier smiled nervously. "So how can the Red Army assist you, comrade?" Sofia gestured with her head past the checkpoint. "If you could inform the other checkpoints that I will passing through, I would appreciate that." The young sergeant nodded. "Of course, right away." She turned gesturing to her radio operator in the guard station. "Anything else, comrade?" Sofia leaned back in her seat. "Do you have a map? The traitor bitch didn't have one in the cab."
Hosmusz Farm 5km South of Budapest 12:00pm
Sofia, disguised as Csilla Basjusz approached the farm it's entrance flanked by two resistance fighters dressed in black armed with Mosin Nagant rifles. One of them was a young woman, dressed in a long black shirt and matching trousers with soviet combat webbing, laced combat boots. A black beret perched over her light brown hair, tied into a short ponytail. The woman stopped in the middle of the road, flagging Sofia down. "Hey there. You got the delivery from old Kovacs? Are you new? I haven't seen you here before." Sofia smiled thinking what would be like to become her. "My name Csilla Basjusz, good to meet you." She held out her hand. "It's my first delivery run." The girl about early twenties by Sofia's estimation gripped her hand. "Likewise, Csilla. I'am Hanna Takács I hope you got through Soviet checkpoints ok?" Sofia nodded "I just flashed them a smile and fluttered my eyelashes. They let me through." Hanna laughed. "I will go in with you, get this stuff unloaded. Imré..." Hanna got onto the side of the truck. "...Get someone to cover my watch." The male guard got on the radio as Hanna turned to Sofia. "Take us to the barns, we can unload directly there." Sofia smiled driving through the open gates.
As Sofia drove around to the barns she saw a few peasants milling around. "You have peasants still working here? Aren't you putting them in danger?" Sofia asked, she didn't care of course anyone of those peasant girls would be a suitable means of escape. "No, there are ten of us all fresh from Republic Square. We already have proved ourselves against the AVH, the Red Army won't be a problem. We have grenades and RPGs, enough to blow up some tanks, don't worry Csilla." Sofia narrowed her eyes I highly doubt traitor, I will enjoy killing and becoming you "Here just inside the barn, we use it to store food." Sofia stopped the truck as Hanna jumped off. "So you have a radio? A way to call the outside?" Sofia asked as she made her way to the rear of the truck. Hanna behind her answered. "Yes, in the cellar of the farmhouse. But we are only to use it in an emergency." Sofia smiled as she clambered into the rear of the truck, she had gotten all she required from Hanna it was time to become her. Picking up a small crate of apples, Sofia dropped them out in front of Hanna. "Oh shit! Sorry." She said taking out her garrote. "It's okay, Csilla. Accidents happen, I have got this." Hanna turned to pick it up, but Sofia looped her garrote around her slender throat. "No not Csilla, she passed on but you will see her soon enough, filthy traitor. It's Hanna now, for the time being." She hissed in the dying woman's ear as she choked, desperate trying to pull the cord away but Sofia pulled tighter as she dragged Hanna into the back of the truck. Suddenly Sofia chuckled as she heard the satisfying crunch of bone, as Hanna's throat was crushed she let out a slow death rattle. "Goodbye, Hanna. Time to become you."
Sofia laid the dead body of Hanna near the naked cool corpse of Csilla, searching the resistance fighters pockets. "A hip flask from your father?" She said as read the inscription on the reverse. "And still full. I will save that for later." Sofia stripped off Csilla's clothes but this time elected to keep her underwear, time was of the essence after all they will come looking for Hanna eventually. Sofia removed the woman's hat, boots, combat webbing and rifle then unbuttoned her shirt revealing a hint of a blue cotton slip covering a white lace bra and well formed breasts. After buttoning up the shirt, Sofia unfastened Hanna's trousers, working them off her shapely hips peeling them down her long legs exposing her high waisted white shorts. Sofia quickly got dressed in Hanna's clothes, lamenting the fact she didn't take Hanna's underwear. Once she was finished, Sofia copied Hanna's ponytail before setting the beret on her head then set her shoulder to shoulder with the naked body of Csilla. "You make a lovely couple." Sofia said as looped Hana's rifle over her shoulder. Jumping out of the truck, Hanna headed towards the farmhouse.
Her disguise allowed Sofia to blend in sharing nods and greetings to the resistance fighters as she made her way through the farmhouse, down towards the cellar of the farmhouse. Finding no locked doors, Sofia made her down to the cellar finding a radio set manned by a single operator a young man wearing a soviet garrison cap. "Hello. You aren't my relief, I still have another couple of hours." Sofia placed herself behind the man. "I need to send a message to the outside, urgently." The man chuckled. "I think we all would but you know the rules, only use the radio in emergencies or the Soviets will find us. Hold on, I haven't seen yo-ugh!" Sofia looped her wire around his throat and pulled tightly. "No but I'am not staying long, traitor!" Sofia heard the mans neck crack, as she pulled him backwards off his chair. Satisfied, Sofia dragged him with her garrote behind some barrels. Unlooping her garrote, Sofia replaced the chair then sat down. Taking the headset she switched it on, tuning it to Soviet command frequency. "Command, this is Prizak copy over?" There was a slight pause until a female voice responded. "Prizak this is command we are recieving you loud and clear over. Report." Sofia filled them in on everything she had learned, including their armaments. "Hosmusz Farm? We have a tank unit stationed 10 minutes out. You better get out of there, prizak, over." Sofia nodded. "Copy that, advise the tanks to suppress from afar. They have RPGs. Attack with infantry units, over." The woman made an affirmative sound. "Roger that, good luck prizak. Command out." Sofia replaced the headset, switched off the radio set and walked back up the stairs. Locking the door behind her.
10 minutes later
The sound of the first tank shell impacting near the rear of the farmhouse, caused absolute chaos. The resistance fighters spurred into action, rushing out the front door grabbing weapons. "How did they find us?" Cried one. "Someone sold us out, some fucking Stalinist!" Shouted another as they piled out of the front door. In the confusion Sofia slipped out of the back door. As she heard the sound of automatic fire from the front of the farm and shellbursts from the tank fire on the hill, Sofia weighed up her next move. She needed a change of clothes, it wouldn't do for her to get shot as a filthy traitor by her own side. Luckily, near a broken slate wall blown apart by a tank shell was the body of a young peasant girl near a upturned cart. Sofia ran towards the corpse getting a better luck, she was a pretty slip of a thing with not a mark on her body. Concussive force from an explosion, leaves the corpse intact but her insides are all mush Sofia turned the corpse over, she was attractive in a rustic sort of way with gentle rounded features and shallow cheekbones, her gold dead blue eyes staring into the overcast sky. There was a loose strand of honey hair poking from her white bandana. She was dressed in a simple brown sackcloth short sleeve dress that bared her slender neck. It wasn't the most prettiest outfit she had stripped from a corpse but she had stolen much worse. Sofia took the still warm body of the dead peasant girl, dragging it into the crater. After stripping down to her underwear, Sofia quickly stripped the dead peasant girl, to the chorus of screams and gunfire, unlacing the simple dress removing her hat and shoes. Sofia also took the dead girls cheap cream slip, looking down at the girls pretty empty useless husk, as she got dressed. She had a slim toned body with full buoyant breasts with puffy pink full areolas and a full pink clit with a untrimmed smattering of blonde hair. Once she was finished, she climbed out of the crater hopping over the low wall. Sofia walked towards the Soviet tanks, humming along as she did so.
Soviet Forward Operating Camp 1 hour later
"Excellent work, Sofia on hunting down those murderers. You do your father credit." Zhukov said as he leaned back in his chair as Sofia smiling took a drag from her cigarette still dressed in the peasant girls clothes. "Thank you, uncle Georgy. It was a pleasure to serve the motherland." She blew out a stream of smoke. "There is talk that Khrushchev wants to offer you a Hero of the Soviet Union Medal and promotion to Lieutenant. But that's early days, we should toast your victory." Zhukov took out two glasses pouring a measure of vodka in each, then handed her a glass. "To the glory of the motherland! To the USSR!" Sofia taking a quick glance at her Auschwitz tattoo added. "And to being a ghost. After all, the enemy cannot kill that who is already dead." Echoing the toast they both downed their vodka's in one. Sofia smiled she was Sofia Bukarhova, prizak. And she was the ghost of Budapest.