Post by Ivana Dimionva Kuznetsova on Jul 25, 2015 2:01:26 GMT
Date: August, 1944
Time: 1600 hours
Location: Reich Main Security Office (RSHA) Berlin, Germany
Weather Conditions: Overcast and cool
The room was void of conversation except for the constant typing of typewriter keys and the clicking of pens. Ivana was busy typing away masking her Soviet namesake and past for Ingrid and her homely past raised in the German countryside. Throughout the war her true colors only showed when she caught her target within her web; the last words her targets ever heard was her Russian blessing before a bullet cradled their heads. It was a very dangerous profession but it was rewarding. For about a year since her transfer from Bruges to Berlin, no one had even sniffed out the lie she walked in. Each morning she woke up as Ingrid, talked like her, took a secretarial position just as she had dreamed but it was nothing more than an elaborate lie. It was important that no one found out, the only soul who knew everything was Dietrich. He was nothing more than a mail carrier but underneath it wall he was under the same umbrella as Ivana. Both closely conversed as it was him who delivered the shift of missions from the Motherland. He always made his rounds on her floor an hour before the spy clocked out.
"Guten tag Ingrid, sie haben eine post heute."
He always gave a innocent smile but his eyes would always hold that sharp gleam. She knew what he meant, it was not too often that she received mail but when she did it was some lead on her assignment. With a small nod and a matching smile, Ingrid spoke through.
"Danke."
With another nod, Dietrich placed the large envelope on Ivana's desk before moving along with his cart, whistling the familiar Russian lullaby. She watched a bit as he gave small greetings and placed letter's on different secretaries desks, basking in the same cockiness that had suited the Soviet agent well. With a small smile, Ivana typed away, occasionally pausing to write down rambles of information for later.
The afternoon was brisk as Ingrid now faded into Ivana. With a whistle she hailed a cab. After she spoke of the address, Ivana pulled out the envelope- stamped with the Reich symbol, it was a cunning way to allow mail to filter through without any suspicion. With a smirk, she opened up the envelope and pulled out a folder.
'SS-Gruppenführer Friedhelm Brahms.' was the name that was crudely handwritten on the inside of the folder. A couple of pictures on him in uniform and out was paper clipped. Information regarding his routine and his involvement in Operation Barbarossa and the spew of Nazi-based propaganda back in Russia placed him on the radar. Reading the papers she knew that she was assigned to divulge crucial information about future plans involving her home country, who else was involved and to dispose of him. That would be simple but risky, a lot of factors weighed in as Ivana let out a sigh and closed the folder, placing it neatly back into the envelope and sealed her bag.
The restaurant was in view.
"Hier ist ihr halt Fräulein."
Ivana fished out a few marks as she quickly adopted Ingrid once more.
"Danke Herr, behalten sie die Änderung."
With a thankful nod from the cab driver, Ivana took that as he cue to exit. The restaurant was not too far away, she rehearsed her script backwards and forwards. Since he was an older man it would be evident that he would desire to "get to know her better". As far as Brahms knew, Ingrid was his supposed dinner date and eventual mistress. They crossed paths a few times before, it allowed the agent to become more comfortable and to pry herself closer to what she wanted. Ivana entered the rather extravagant restaurant and found her target sitting at a booth conversing with a fair haired man. 'This was not apart of the plan.' This disruption slightly confused her but swallowing her worries, Ivana pressed on.
"Hallo SS-Gruppenführer Brahms, schade verspäte ich mich."
Ivana brought forth her best smile and she slightly bowed her head.
"Nicht ein problem meine süße Ingrid, gerade genannt mich Friedhelm."
He wore a wolfish grin and his eyes twinkled. The look did cause a chill to run up Ivana's spine, perhaps he was willing to become more personal sooner than expected. Brahms motioned Ivana to sit next to him and so she did. Her eyes could help but to turn sharp towards the sudden stranger. Who was this man and why was he here?
ooc; sorry this is so long, i hope this is an alright starter. if i missed anything or messed something up just let me know. she would be wearing this.
translations;
"Guten tag Ingrid, sie haben eine post heute." -- "Good day Ingrid you have mail today."
"Danke." -- "Thank you."
"Hier ist ihr halt Fräulein." -- "Here is your stop Miss."
"Danke Herr, behalten sie die Änderung." -- "Thank you Sir, keep the change."
"Hallo SS-Gruppenführer Brahms, schade verspäte ich mich." -- "Hello SS-Gruppenführer Brahms, sorry for the wait."
"Nicht ein problem meine süße Ingrid, gerade genannt mich Friedhelm." -- "Not a problem my sweet Ingrid, just call me Friedhelm."
Time: 1600 hours
Location: Reich Main Security Office (RSHA) Berlin, Germany
Weather Conditions: Overcast and cool
---
The room was void of conversation except for the constant typing of typewriter keys and the clicking of pens. Ivana was busy typing away masking her Soviet namesake and past for Ingrid and her homely past raised in the German countryside. Throughout the war her true colors only showed when she caught her target within her web; the last words her targets ever heard was her Russian blessing before a bullet cradled their heads. It was a very dangerous profession but it was rewarding. For about a year since her transfer from Bruges to Berlin, no one had even sniffed out the lie she walked in. Each morning she woke up as Ingrid, talked like her, took a secretarial position just as she had dreamed but it was nothing more than an elaborate lie. It was important that no one found out, the only soul who knew everything was Dietrich. He was nothing more than a mail carrier but underneath it wall he was under the same umbrella as Ivana. Both closely conversed as it was him who delivered the shift of missions from the Motherland. He always made his rounds on her floor an hour before the spy clocked out.
"Guten tag Ingrid, sie haben eine post heute."
He always gave a innocent smile but his eyes would always hold that sharp gleam. She knew what he meant, it was not too often that she received mail but when she did it was some lead on her assignment. With a small nod and a matching smile, Ingrid spoke through.
"Danke."
With another nod, Dietrich placed the large envelope on Ivana's desk before moving along with his cart, whistling the familiar Russian lullaby. She watched a bit as he gave small greetings and placed letter's on different secretaries desks, basking in the same cockiness that had suited the Soviet agent well. With a small smile, Ivana typed away, occasionally pausing to write down rambles of information for later.
---
The afternoon was brisk as Ingrid now faded into Ivana. With a whistle she hailed a cab. After she spoke of the address, Ivana pulled out the envelope- stamped with the Reich symbol, it was a cunning way to allow mail to filter through without any suspicion. With a smirk, she opened up the envelope and pulled out a folder.
'SS-Gruppenführer Friedhelm Brahms.' was the name that was crudely handwritten on the inside of the folder. A couple of pictures on him in uniform and out was paper clipped. Information regarding his routine and his involvement in Operation Barbarossa and the spew of Nazi-based propaganda back in Russia placed him on the radar. Reading the papers she knew that she was assigned to divulge crucial information about future plans involving her home country, who else was involved and to dispose of him. That would be simple but risky, a lot of factors weighed in as Ivana let out a sigh and closed the folder, placing it neatly back into the envelope and sealed her bag.
The restaurant was in view.
"Hier ist ihr halt Fräulein."
Ivana fished out a few marks as she quickly adopted Ingrid once more.
"Danke Herr, behalten sie die Änderung."
With a thankful nod from the cab driver, Ivana took that as he cue to exit. The restaurant was not too far away, she rehearsed her script backwards and forwards. Since he was an older man it would be evident that he would desire to "get to know her better". As far as Brahms knew, Ingrid was his supposed dinner date and eventual mistress. They crossed paths a few times before, it allowed the agent to become more comfortable and to pry herself closer to what she wanted. Ivana entered the rather extravagant restaurant and found her target sitting at a booth conversing with a fair haired man. 'This was not apart of the plan.' This disruption slightly confused her but swallowing her worries, Ivana pressed on.
"Hallo SS-Gruppenführer Brahms, schade verspäte ich mich."
Ivana brought forth her best smile and she slightly bowed her head.
"Nicht ein problem meine süße Ingrid, gerade genannt mich Friedhelm."
He wore a wolfish grin and his eyes twinkled. The look did cause a chill to run up Ivana's spine, perhaps he was willing to become more personal sooner than expected. Brahms motioned Ivana to sit next to him and so she did. Her eyes could help but to turn sharp towards the sudden stranger. Who was this man and why was he here?
ooc; sorry this is so long, i hope this is an alright starter. if i missed anything or messed something up just let me know. she would be wearing this.
translations;
"Guten tag Ingrid, sie haben eine post heute." -- "Good day Ingrid you have mail today."
"Danke." -- "Thank you."
"Hier ist ihr halt Fräulein." -- "Here is your stop Miss."
"Danke Herr, behalten sie die Änderung." -- "Thank you Sir, keep the change."
"Hallo SS-Gruppenführer Brahms, schade verspäte ich mich." -- "Hello SS-Gruppenführer Brahms, sorry for the wait."
"Nicht ein problem meine süße Ingrid, gerade genannt mich Friedhelm." -- "Not a problem my sweet Ingrid, just call me Friedhelm."