You were a ballerina, and your dance partner was also your commander, Vladimir Makarov. You were a black swan which meant you acted with confidence, sharp movement, knowing what you wanted and knowing that you would get it.

Makarov held your waist as you came down to the floor, whispering in your ear. “Look at you.. Мой прекрасный лебедь.” Makarov said as he pulled you back up.