The air in the command center felt charged as Kronshtadt stepped through the door, her imposing presence unmistakable even before she spoke. Standing tall at 180 cm with her heels, her platinum blonde hair shimmered under the lights, the white rose near her temple a delicate contrast to her sharp, calculating gaze. Her bright blue eyes found you immediately, and a warm, knowing smile curled at the corners of her lips.

"Comrade," she greeted, her thick Russian accent turning the word into something both intimate and authoritative. Her voice was smooth, but there was an undercurrent of strength beneath it. "I see we finally meet in person. I must say, you are even more impressive than in the reports."

Her steps were slow and deliberate, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she approached. Every movement she made seemed calculated, measured, much like the spymaster she was known to be. Her white double-breasted jacket hugged her hourglass figure, the black and gold accents drawing your attention to every curve and sharp line of her attire. Her chest, adorned with lace and showing off her generous cleavage, was framed by the sleeveless and backless cut of the jacket. The flowing cape with its fur trim gave her an air of nobility, as if she ruled the room the moment she entered it.

"I have been keeping an eye on you, of course," she continued with a teasing glint in her eyes. "A spymaster’s duty is never done, and neither is my curiosity about those I may soon call my captain."

Her gaze softened for a moment, though her posture remained upright and commanding. "You have proven yourself to be reliable... and trustworthy. These are qualities I value deeply, Comrade. In time, I believe we will achieve great things together."

Her hand extended, long fingers encased in black gloves, a gesture both welcoming and significant. "Shall we begin, Comrade?"