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Marina stared at the man in front of her, carefully studying his features one by one with her cold expression and unfazed look. Light blonde, almost brown in some places, hair slicked to the right in the typical Hitler style. Cold and sharp gaze. Eyes in the coldest and most unpleasant shade of green ever seen on someone's face. Circle-shaped glasses staying firmly on his crooked nose and a uniform with two big swastikas embroidered on both its sleeves and one on the hat atop his head, he was too bad-mannered to take off.
As the ear-screeching sound of his voice stopped, she was presented with papers that contained who she would be for the next months. She took the papers carefully, her eyes wandering over the details about a person that didn’t exist. They were so precise that you could easily think this person is real and exists somewhere in this world. This cold, pathetic world.
There weren’t even two weeks since she got back from the USSR and she was about to go undercover again, this time in East Anglia. She zoned out, thinking about which accents she would have to perfect, what slang she would have to learn, and all the good and bad poetry she would have to read in order to become a cut-clean all-American lady. No matter how much she did not want to do that.
When she got back to reality, her eyes met the ones of the German man, who was now sat on the chair behind the desk filled with carefully organized paperwork, lighting a cheap cigarette he pulled from the box in the bottom drawer of his desk. Cigarettes... the smell of which Marina had grown to tolerate, but her hatred towards it still showed on her face.
She put the document in her bag, full of many others of this type, made sure she kept them safe and in order, nodded a respectful "Heil Hitler" as a goodbye to the unpleasant man with sharp features and empty gaze, and got on her way. She walked around the little streets of Germany, full of propaganda and pathetic homeless people with so much pain visible in their eyes that you could feel it yourself, deep in your soul. They were begging anyone for help just with their features and the way they were slowly resting on the ruins like they were a soft couch with the most expensive cushions made from feathers of the most beautiful bird ever seen.
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Marina walked around the empty house that she so happened to possess. It looked like no man had been in there since the building of it. Only a few photos that weren’t destroyed during one of her hysteria episodes, a couple of clothes, and her dad’s old coat-which she was too sorry to throw away,showed that there was life in the rather lifeless house.
She was reading the content of the document out loud. She always used to do that, because by her words it helped her remember it better. But deep down in her, she knew she was doing it so she could keep herself away from her own mind. The only other noise disturbing the silence was the buzz of the fridge she should’ve thrown away years ago.
"Born into a family of a factory worker father and a teacher mother, Shelly has two brothers and a younger sister."
Marina laughed at the writings, thinking about the irony of it all. Having to play the girl with the perfect family when hers was far from that. She never received the love she was supposed to receive from her mother, because she died when Marina was far too young to even understand the concept of death and pain from grief. And her father... he just shattered everything in her, shaping her into the monster she was today. Tormenting her mentally and physically every time he got a chance to do so.
After a few moments full of thoughts and regrets, she continued diving deep into the life of Shelly Roy. This perfect person she would only get to play, but never be.