NOVIKOVA, ekaterina olesia

[ekaterina olesia novikova]

VALKYRIECALIFORNIA

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EKATERINA OLESIA NOVIKOVA
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INTO THE NIGHT
DESPERATE AND BROKEN
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SO, TELL ME. WHAT'S YOUR FULL NAME?

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"ekaterina olesia novikova."

AND HOW OLD ARE YOU?

"twenty-three."

WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

"wouldn’t you like to know."

in reality kat is a nuclear weapons specialist and dealer, brought into the close inner circle with the verrens after a bloody familial confrontation.

YOU SEEING ANYONE, OR ARE YOU SINGLE?

"seeing someone? are you fucking kidding me?"

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THE SOUND OF A FIGHT
FATHER HAS SPOKEN
THE PERSONALITY

IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN SEVEN WORDS WHAT WOULD THEY BE?

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"silent, killer, cold, sadistic, calculated, unemotional, calm. there, done."

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE?

"order, manipulation, my sister to an extent, you know, a wide variety of things. i like doing what is asked of me, proving myself, and really standing out from the crowd for my loyalty and whatnot. i like giving the time of day to people who deserve it and teaching a lesson to those who don’t. i like my solidarity. i like quiet animals, the ones you feed and forget, if any. i like keeping busy, doing my job, uncovering new tick-tocks to steal. you know, normal stuff. "

WHAT KIND OF THINGS DON'T YOU LIKE?

" i dislike sharing furniture made to fit one person, loud noises, aggressive personalities, people who don’t understand the word no, irish, itialians, mexicans, chinese, and basically any other family who would try to assert power in the land of the russians. they disgust me beyond a doubt really. i hate people who have no loyalty. there was a reason why i offed most of my family. loud animals such as birds and dogs. i prefer cats or snakes. something quiet. i hate background noise. i’ve been known to shoot a radio or two when i’m trying to keep a conversation going and i can’t fucking concentrate."

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY WERE YOUR STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES?

"i do what i’m told. that is my greatest strength. also i’m great for the line of work i’m in. the cold, unemotional type goes over so well in the, erm, arms business. weaknesses? my sister is one. i didn’t kill her when i could have. i suppose that counts."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?

"i spared my sister when i looked into her eyes and just couldn’t pull the trigger. it’s the only time i’ve ever hesitated."

WHAT ARE YOU MOST SCARED OF?

"no direction. i’ve always had a leader to follow or some kind of orders to follow through with. i can’t not have direction."

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WE WERE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE VICTIMS OF OURSELVES
THE HISTORY

TELL ME A LITTLE OF WHAT YOUR FAMILY IS LIKE?

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"i was raised in a family that believed your loyalty fell with the person who most deserved it by either commanding it or earning it. sergei and nadya were addicted to this life because it was all they knew and when their superiors decided that turning against the head family was a novel concept, my father followed along with a blind loyalty i despised. man deserved his early grave. my mother was a sheep, a trophy wife, a child bearer. nothing more than an incubator and breast feeder to the likes of the men in my family. my sister and i were raised in a life of danger so needless to say we’re both a little fucked in the head but i wouldn’t have it any other way."

WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?

"sergei grigori novokiv was a contract killer and all around handy man for the novikov brigade. basically he did anything asked of him my his elder brother, my uncle, maksim. he died at fifty-one. nayda esfir novikova was about forty when she died. she was a stay at home mother, of sorts."

DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?

"svetlana katja novikova is my sister. she’s nineteen years old. you want to know her occupation? go ask her. lazy ass."

ANY OTHER RELATIVES CLOSE TO YOU?

"maksim novikov was my uncle. he was fifty-three when he died three years ago. karina novikova was my aunt, she would have been thirty-nine today. alexi and dmitri were their boys and would have been twenty and seventeen, respectively."

TELL ME THE STORY OF YOUR PAST?

” i was born ekaterina olesia novikova, but most people don't call me that. in fact only my superiors are really allowed to call me that. to the rest of the world i'm kat, but there aren't many people today that have even said that name twice before making their way six feet under. you see i'm a bombs expert and quite frankly i'm one of the coldest russians out there to be found. you think russians were heartless before? i've got a story that'll twist your spine and make you think otherwise.

my parents were at one point two people who were worth looking up to. my father sergei was a hit man with the novikov brigade, nothing special really. he was the lower end of the totem pole material but only ranked higher in the brigade because his elder brother ran the show. now maksim was a twisted fuck. he really liked to get into the nitty gritty of his business. he liked having a hand in everything they did. a man after my own heart, but his need for power never left him completely satisfied. who cared if he took out an entire minor wing of the irish or the italians, it meant nothing if it didn't further him even though it meant furthering the russian organization as a whole. you see maksim was different from myself in that he was not a loyalist. he didn't enjoy doing his job for the bettering of the whole if he wasn't getting some kind of perk out of the deal, and so he started skimping off the side. a little here and there at first but you'll see that it got much, much worse and he paid the price for it.

anyways, sergei didn't deserve his place amongst the novikovs but he was there anyways because maksim had a soft spot for him. stupid move because quite frankly my father wasn't prepared for what it was he had to do. he was a decent contract killer, but he was nothing like the big guns the verrens liked to keep on hand. but for the sake of his brigade he was good enough. he met my mother while she was grocery shopping of all things. from the stories she liked to tell my sister she was walking around looking at the meats when someone's cart crashed into hers spilling the contents of both carts all over the floor. as they picked things up they fought over the same produce and that was how they met. sounds romantic to some, sounds cheesy to others, to me it was just pathetic. but they started going out on dates, he showered her with gifts, and bada bing bada boom they were married less than a year later. no surprise seeing as how nadya was a naive eighteen year old at the time, but it was no big ceremony, just something in the house surrounded by novikovs and nadya's family members who were rightly not approving of the marriage.

i was born a year later that november in a hospital just outside of moscow. nayda had just turned nineteen. everything about the birth was normal if you accounted to the fact that everyone in the birthing room was associated to the bravata in one way or another. the doctor was corrupt, the nurses were under paid protection, even the on call OR staff had been apparently connected in some way. when they say you're born into the life...well they mean it. i was taken home in the bitter cold and life moved on. nadya stayed in the home raising me with that whole homemaker deal that i'll never understand. she took her rightful place within the bravata, she stayed out of the way. women within the business is not a commonality. usually the women stay at home or hang out together talking about the lives of their husbands and the things they had going on in their lives. it was far from book club i assure you of that. anyways while my father was out doing what he had to do under the thumb of his older brother, my uncle, she stayed home with me. my childhood was pretty much textbook aside from, you know, being raised in the life.

russian life is different than that of those stupid fucking italians. italians don't like their women involved. they like them to be happily unaware of the life that's going on around them as long as they submit to their role as bread baker and baby maker and though some aspects are the same in the russian household, russian women know what their husbands are up to. they know who they go out to kill and whether or not they come back successful. the children are raised in that too. i heard plenty of stories around the dinner table from a very young age to the point where i just became desensitized to the idea that what my family was doing may have been wrong. hell desensitized isn't even the right word. morals were never in the picture. it was ingrained in my head from an early age that the loyalty to your family was of the utmost importance. if the choice was between you breathing and turning on the russians, you gave your life. simple as that. and i learned from those teachings enthusiastically. i was a learner apparently. anything my father told me or taught me i absorbed like a sponge, begging for more. then again i was also four years old.

my sister was born that year, svetlana. svet. she was definitely the more innocent one of the family. she wasn't as much of a fan of learning the business as i was. she had some kind of born moral fiber that just didn't seem to fit in well with either my father or my own mentality. needless to say i was kind of the favorite with my father because i was so completely interested in the business. by the time i was ten i could predict his every move. i knew his routines better than he did. he could come home and tell me the persona of the person he killed and i could tell him the exact method of his approach to the hit, what could have gone wrong, and how he would have adapted himself to make sure the hit happened. it was a gift really. and i went about it all with the coolest head. i had no qualms with talking about how someone died or how i would approach it. hell i had no problem swatting my father and telling him that he was an idiot for not taking this opportunity or that. sergei didn't like that much but he loved that i was so involved. considering this had all happened with the coldest of family environments.

i found a fascination with bombs at around sixteen when i'd taken my first involved chemistry class in school. something about chemicals just clicked with me and that was where i really excelled. i mean i was a fair student, i earned something relative to B+s in all of my classes, but in chemistry i surpassed even my instructor. on of my instructors suggested me for a university course in nuclear science and i was accepted early. just something on the side i took in lieu of my regular studies. i learned all about the nuclear arms race and about bombs and it just tickled me. then i learned that my family had no stake in this lucrative trade whatsoever and i dedicated myself to that. i learned everything i could, every bit of growing technology, i even worked under a few nuclear scientists in order to absorb everything i could. they were under the assumption i would go into the field and become some kind of scientist. i learned everything i could so my family could get in on the black market trading on bombs. it became my forte and not long after that i was the go-to woman in my family to speak to about bombs.

i started stealing them from major manufacturers at about the age of twenty. i'd steal them, sell them to the highest bidder, and make my family a sweet penny. maksim of course loved it, he rolled in the money and in the power and little did i know next to none of it was going to the verrens like it should have. remember what i said about him not being a loyalist? well i was. i was raised to believe that you stayed true to your family and that nothing, i mean nothing, got in the way of that loyalty. so i set up a meeting with stanislav verrentenikov, the verren i was most close to, and told him everything. afterwards he came to me and gave me an assignment to not only take out the defiant and disloyal brigade, but to test my loyalty. he wanted me to kill the novikovs, every last one of them.

being that i was family i knew everything about my family's business down to where they had their bi-weekly business meetings. of course i would know, i'd been a part of them for years. on this occasion my sister had been there, which wasn't a usual occurrence. she'd been sucking it up and getting more involved with the business though you could tell it wasn't really her passion like it was everyone else's. before the meeting i'd gone to every door and made sure they were locked from the outside with only one door being unlocked, the main door that everyone pretty much used. i sat around during the meeting and before maksim made his closing remarks i stood, guns in hand, and shot him right between the eyes. the other men in the family stood to draw their guns and i took them out one by one as they stood. i remember the screams but not in a bad way. the way i saw it, i was taking out the disloyal. i was taking out the dead weight, the people who had brought it on themselves. kind of scary to think that i was a mere twenty one at the time and had a smile on my face.

i took out everyone, my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, my cousins, nt to mention a few mindless soldiers. i took out the entire novikov brigade...until i got to my sister. svetlana had been crouched behind a chair and after all the screams had faded into nothingness she stood to face me. i'd pointed the gun directly at her, finger on the trigger, ready to pull...and nothing happened. i wasn't out of bullets, my gun didn't jam, nothing. my finger just didn't move. i looked into her frightened eyes, her face splattered with the blood of her family members, her clothes soaked to the bone in thick, tacky blood, and i simply couldn't pull the trigger. i simply couldn't kill someone that i knew had never proven her disloyalty. svet was no innocent. i knew that. she knew that. but she had only done what was asked of her and even then she'd always been reluctant about it. i put down my gun, cocked a finger at her, and beckoned her over. i had always protected her and this day was no different i suppose. it was the one time i'd ever faltered in my orders. i smoothed my hand over her blood dampened hair, told her words of reassurance, and we walked out of the building together.

after reporting to the verrens what had happened, who was dead, who had been spared, i became one of the verrens' inner circle. i worked under staz, became a friend to sasha, and all in all i did what i was told. i'd proven my loyalty and that was the end of that. like a chapter finished it did not weigh on me. it was simply something that had happened that was now the past and i looked forward to what was going to become my future. nowadays i've moved to valkyrie recently under strict command from staz and i'm the best nuclear arms procurer and dealer the russians have. my sister has come along with me. i know she's still sore from things that have happened in the past but the truth is simple. i was given the order to take her out, as a subsequent member of the family, and i hadn't. i know that doesn't mean probably much to her but to me, after defying orders for the first time ever, that's huge. i hate myself for it but everything seems to have panned out just fine so there's no need to ever worry about it again.”

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MAYBE THE CHILDREN OF A LESSER GOD
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
THE EARTHQUAKE

SO, YOU KNOW THE EARTHQUAKE THAT OCCURRED ON JANUARY 7TH, 2012?

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"may have heard about it. some flippant little article in american news. leave it to americans to pretend to be worthwhile to the rest of the world."

WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY OF THE EARTHQUAKE? WHAT DID YOU DO?

"in russia. that’s all you need to know."

DID YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT WAS AFFECTED BY THE EARTHQUAKE?

"of course not. you think i’d privy myself to something so trivial?"

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