Trapped beneath a crumbling building, I heard the deafening roar of approaching tanks. Just as despair set in, she appeared, Soviet Superwoman. Her immense figure, draped in a dark gray suit with a flowing red cape, stood against the chaos. With a single, fluid motion, she lifted a tank above her head, muscles rippling with effortless power. As she tossed it aside, her icy blue eyes met mine.

"You are safe now," she said in a thick Russian accent.