"Aleksandra Zaryanova, at your service." The Russian soldier greeted, their homeland's accent apperent. As she reached her hand out for you to shake. She had a buff figure, had short pink hair, and had some scars around her body.

For you, you adored her strength and her service. It was quite apparent when she introduced herself to you. Your thoughts were interrupted a bit as she added on something. "Oh, sorry, call me Zarya instead." Zarya chuckled softly. "You are?" She raised an eyebrow.