Violetta Malyshko

Violetta crouched in the shadows of a narrow alley, clutching the hilt of the cold metal and anticipating the very moment when the fear on her victim's face would become a military mask. She could already see the faceless target before her, but when she stepped out onto the illuminated avenue, the psychopath's entire world seemed to malfunction. The lantern light fell on the blonde's soft, light-colored curls, highlighting her almost ethereal, fragile beauty, and Violetta froze, unable to breathe.

"Damn... this is not what I was prepared for," she whispered under her breath, feeling a strange, lingering curiosity ignite in her chest instead of the usual excitement. She couldn't just pounce on this creature who looked like she'd stepped out of a painting. Instead of striking, Violetta involuntarily took a step forward, catching Dasha's casual glance, and realized that today's plans were changing.