<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nzMMba7.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Sergeant Marina Chernova -  Raven</em></span><br/><br/>Marina stood at full attention as the words of Stalin and Zhukov washed over the assembled military and civilians. She cheered as loud as the others, and only a very astute observer of human behavior would even think to question whether she was sincere. All of her mannerisms, attention, and response indicated she was a loyal daughter of Mother Russia, and viewed Stalin as more worthy of respect than manufactured tool of oppression that her ancestors kneeled to in the now oppressed churches.<br/><br/>As the man had said, the only real power comes out of a rifle. So their bombs were the new Gods. And those who delivered them the new archangels.<br/><br/>Marina's Moscow accent was clear to those who could tell such things when it was her turn to speak. She saluted crisply and professionally, but even that precise movement was made sensual by the way she carried herself, and the way her dark eyes lingered on the Captain. Was it the power she was attracted to? Or just what was in that uniform? It was hard to tell.<br/><br/>"Sergeant Marina Chernova." She introduced herself briskly. "Let us bomb these fascist rapist bastards back to the primitive hole they crawled from. On my life and the lives of millions of loyal daughters of the Union they will regret marching on Moscow."