<div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2017/04/19/11/3F60118600000578-0-image-m-33_1492596406847.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Yelena thought she saw something of a kindred spirit in the quiet foreigner.  Feeling the need to put up some sense of commraderie even before they were officially in the unit, she leaned over and whispered to her.  "They have us packed like fish in a cooler."  She said with a smirk.  "I did not think that there would be so many people in a hurry to get to the shooting.  She said with a small nod towards Sergeant Marina.  "I am Yalena, by the way, Yalena Morozov."  She says, having to speak up to be heard over the sound of the engine pushing the ferry across the Volga river.<br/><br/>She was wearing her finest clothes, which was not saying much.  She had a brown wool jacket wrapping her tight, and a long pleated wool skirt that didn't match.  Hardly clothing fit for a war zone but she had yet to be issued her uniform.