Anastasia "Luck"'s Questionnaire

Welcome to Minsk Belarus. Home to the last European dictator. Our people are prideful and are government is a Russian scam. Not that it maters to me much right now. Come I will take you to my "home" you fallow her to what looks to be a old rundown garage. on the inside it is a fully stocked machine and auto shop a hammock is strung up on a car hoist. A small kitchen is set up next to a gun rack with a small arsenal on it. Its a Bratva safe house as they say I have enough debt already why add rent. It works though, I maintain their guns and cars and they keep the house guests to a minimum.

hahahahahaha what money! I do jobs for the Bratva and my debt goes "down". past that I do small delivery work on the side to feed myself but whenever I try to stash some The hunter always finds it and takes if. For my debt they always say. How much do I owe you ask. That's not really how this works, I think it was 1.5 mill at the start, but I soon figured out they just make up a number each time. I've done plenty of 5000$ jobs for them. Taking packages from place to place, drugs guns, bombs, people, ext. Hell I'm the one who got Dmitry Gudkov out of Russia. That is a good thing about the Bratva they are not moscow's lap dogs. They run there own show.

Freedom real freedom. The freedom to go where I want. The freedom to help people or fight for what I want.  I wish to use what I have earned not feed spending money to some Russian cuka. Sure I'm not in a cage but no mater how long a leash is still a leash. Truth be told I can dream of of grand and lavish thing but its not something I can strive for. All I can do is survive. I run to survive, I have killed to survive. I have turned my eyes away from the crime and filth. The chained can dream of freedom but getting that freedom it is simply that a dream. But hey I can have it and no one can take it from me.

That would be the day I got this fucking bike. The job was supposed to be easy. Well it was easy. The security code was simple to get just watch the door and wait for someone to type it in. I waited to go in right before morning. I slipped in grabbed the bike and anything else that looked worth anything that I could carry. I was fine for about 10 hours after that. but then I saw him, A tall man with red hair and a gun. I used the bike and ran. Anytime I stopped he was there within ten minutes. I drove for what felt like days only stopping to quickly garb food only for him to appear smiling in the distance. I don't know if it was the lack of sleep or the stress but I ended up crashing. As I lay on the ground the man came up and pointed his gun at my head and said "You have two options I ether give you a bullet or I give you a job so you can pay us back for that bike."

The Hunter as people call him is my handler. I don't know his name but as far as the Russian bastards go he isn't horrible. As long as I don't outwardly display funny business he lets me pretty much anything. The man defiantly isn't a normal human. His ability to track people is unnatural and I think he has some way to travel at insane speeds, but I have never seen him do it I'm not sure if he just is careful to not do it in my sight or maybe he can't do it when I look at him.

The boy who does brings me mundane supplies I've been calling skip. The dumb kid is dead set on joining the mob. After beating the shit out of him a few times after he fallowed them enough some of the brass took pity on him or something and now they have him "helping me". I'm supposed to teach him how to be a Courier. What a load of bullshit. I have him clean and take care of the place. I also take him out to teach him how to ride every now again. I'm truly trying to help the kid but he won't listen to a word I say about how I'm not a real member of the Bratva and that he should really just scram before he ends up in jail or dead.

I don't really have any friends. There is this girl Lavina I hang out with when I need to blow off steam at a club or bar, but I don't want to get anyone hurt just because some one thinks that they could hurt me through them.

Life was bearable with my parents, but they never cared much for me. Not that they really afford to if they wanted to. We lived in a small farming town. I haven't seen them since I left home. school wasn't bad for me though I got in trouble a lot. Mostly for small stuff: fights, drinking, vandalism. you know normal kid stuff. I had a small group I ran with, we all thought we were so cool. Bullshit just bullshit. Why are kids always so stupid. We think we are unstoppable, the government looks so small. I don't want to know how many of my friends are now in Lukashenko's prisons. I ran from my childhood I thought I could in improve my life by stealing. hahahahahahahahaha I was so stupid. Look at me now a model punk. Fuck I "joined" the mob. Well little me am I cool now.

I've played with the harts of many boys. They are good for a little fun. But I always run circles around them, or I "brake" them. Such fragile toys they are. I think if for there to be someone I would be with for long term they would have to keep up with me. I don't think I'm that hard to deal with. I mean non Bratva related stuff. I just like to have fun and I don't like being bothered my all the little stuff. And no its not my fault that everybody is boring. seriously its not that hard.

This is simple ending up dead in a ditch. I don't know how but Hunter can just kinda track me and I can't seem to out run him if he changes his mind that I'm not worth anything he can just chase me till I'm forced to fight him. And I don't like my odds of me wining a fight with him. so yeah I'm scarred of that. Other then that I'm scarred of getting too close to people. I can some what protect myself but I've got nothing to keep others safe if someone wants to hurt people around me I've got nothing, So the solution is simple as long as I don't get close to anyone then others can't be used to hurt me. Right, please tell me I'm right. Dam it, as much as I try to do that I can't. Hell I have a huge soft spot for skip. I would kill for that kid. Even Hunter I've grown to like a little sure I don't work for him of my own free will, but its not like he beats me or forces me to go past my limits. I think this whole debt thing was to make sure I had to join the mob. They don't treat me like a slave or anything. I think the sixes are a little scared of me to be truthful.

The bike easy no contest. Nothing feels the same as driving. It is like it is a part of myself like another arm. Hell I gave up my normal ish life for this hunk of metal. If I could go back I wouldn't change taking it. I still don't fully how the thing works. I don't need to charge it, but it clearly uses a lot of energy. Depending on my mood it acts a little sluggish almost like it reflects how I'm feeling. I can literately drive faster if I'm mad or scared. I've tried to take it apart but the internals are a mess of wires and electronics. Its defiantly over my pay grade but I will figure it out eventually. I'm a mechanic after all. I just got to fiddle with it enough and hopefully not brake it in the processes. I could probably ask Hunter about the scientists that made it, but I don't think they will be too happy to work with me.

Well I'm a debt slave of the mob I guess that counts. I'm really getting tired all these questions that can be tied back to the same dam thing. I'm more of a person then just some bitch of the Russians, but no no that's all that fucking matters. that's my real problem right now I can't go be a normal girl. with normal problems. Fuck this shit. I need to go out for a fucking drink, flirt with cute but stupid boy, drive just for the fun of it, who knows maby add on some petty crimes if we are feeling spicy. Is that all too much to ask for? I can't have real friends I don't have money to spend on the things I really want Is fine I'm fine I'll find a way to make it all work I always do after all. Its just Bullshit is all I'm saying.

I normally wake up around one. Work is easier at night so I'm normally up late. I grab a quick breakfast normally a bagel and a protein shake. After that I do a lite workout, just body weight stuff. Then a shower, do my hair and sometimes some light makeup depending on if I have anything going on that day. After that my plans change day to day if I'm feeling up to it I will do some work. Ether on cars that Hunter gives me to fix. You should see the shit shows he gives me. Do you know how much work it is to make it look a car didn't get shot. Or how hard it is to clean blood from seats. Some times it is just normal car problems which is always far nicer to do. If not cars I will do work on guns cleaning the ones I have or assembling more for Hunter with parts he normally has me drive in myself.

 whether it be a classy dinner or a night out on the town a girl has to rock her best. I have a few dresses for advents my favorites are a salmon slit dress, and a dark blue evening gown. I normally where a black or red shall with the second one. High heels are also a must. Most of mine are 3-4 inch, I used to have a lot but now only have 2 and a pair of heeled boots. makeup is also a must, but careful to not ware to much. It is there to assent your good looks not cover them up. The only shame is that my bag does not go well with these outfits. so I normally don't take it. My earring is enough to get out of most tough spots I can get into though. I need at least 45 minuets to an hour to get properly ready but I could do with as little as 10 if needed.

I'll problly just laze around for most of the day. For more special plans I think cake is must. Add in a nice dinner and some lite drinking. All of that sounds good the problem is I don't really have people to celebrate it with. Skip is too young and no offense to the kid he isn't who I really want to be partying with. I don't thing the Hunter would be willing to through me a party. The sixes might be willing to, but I don't know if any of us would be supper comfortable with that. There is a defined difference between me and them. I do think that I'm geting closer to them all be it slowly.

It was a long time ago, but distancing myself from my family. I know four years isn't that really that long in the grand scheme of things, but to me they are now a life time away. I wonder if my parents would even recognize "Luck" I cut ties because I didn't want to be a burden to them anymore. Money was always hard to find and one more mouth to feed is never easy especially a punks mouth like mine. I've thought about reaching out sending what money I can, but I don't think I could bear those from my current life finding them. Regardless if it was the cops or the Bratva. Things are just better this way. Less to worry about for both of us. I could probably send them a letter telling them I am still alive. I wonder if they would even care or if I was just a weight on their shoulders.

At first I would tell you they are tools to achieve my will, but I see past that. I never asked for a gift they just came to me at the right time. When I was feeling trapped my the stagnation of my life, I was given a path to get my bike.  And now I see it not as a tool but a extension of my will. My static will gives it power. My will to be free, to go anywhere I want. The rest of the gifts I have gained have only added to that will allowing me to serve my purpose and I hope that I may change that  purpose to not serve myself or an uncaring master but to serve the people of my home and after that the world. With these gifts the only thing I need to is keep my drive for I fear if it weakinds so will the power I now rely on.