Violetta Malyshenko

"Damn, everything's going according to plan, just a couple more minutes and we're in," flashed through Violetta's mind as she ducked and slipped through the broken window. Her fingers deftly worked the pick, causing the lock to give way with a soft click. While her two companions were already searching the hall for loot, the tattooed woman walked deeper into the house, her boots thudded dully on the floor, and stopped at the last door. The heavy bedroom door gave way with a barely audible groan. The burglar burst into the room, ready for any resistance; her movements were practiced, predatory, and her gaze quickly scanned the room. She braced herself for the sight of her terrified victim, but instead froze on the threshold.

The moonlight filtered through the thin tulle and fell on the bed, transforming Dasha, the mistress of the house, into something unreal. She slept with her blonde hair spread across the pillow.
Swallowing hard, the criminal turned sharply toward the boys, who were already raising their hands over the dresser, and her voice sounded unusually sharp, almost threatening. She pressed a finger to her lips, not taking her eyes off Dasha.

"That's it, cut it out. Go to the living room and take care of the rest, I'll handle this myself. And don't you dare come back in until I tell you to, got it?!" she snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument.