[color=ed1c24]"[i]Здравствуйте, Как поживаешь?[/i] Hello, how is...how [i]ARE[/i]....you?"[/color]

This was demeaning, Zhanna thought to herself in irritation as she traipsed back and forth across the barracks, a bundle of papers clutched in her hands, and perused what phrase to recite next. She tried to concentrate, tried to sift through the words she knew, trying to separate it from the meaningless French, German, and Spanish that got thrown around. It was almost as bad as when she tried to learn how to read back in Kiev, only without the others laughing at her behind her back. She assumed.

Not that she needed to speak their language to know who they were, of course. Stalin wasn't going to let the other Allies have the Daughter of the Revolution without knowing exactly what they planned to do with her, and if the briefing Zhanna got shortly before she set out was any indication, the NKVD had been quite diligent in finding out what kind of people the Americans wanted. The Frenchman who could repair anything (she had looked forward to meeting him), the Japanese-German pagan that thoroughly scared everyone in the room, the German siblings and the Spaniard from the first attempt at this team; it wasn't a lot, just the basics in order to know which one was which, but she felt it would be wise not to bring it up once she figured out how to passably speak English. Some of the files they had about the Yankee seductress in particular were...interesting.

Before Zhanna could take another crack at the phrase pamphlet, [i]Капитан[/i]...ahem...[i]Captain[/i] Stevens entered the barracks and made his announcement to the group. Luckily she managed to catch the gist of the order with her shaky grasp of English and collected her things in preparation for more training. As they got into position and the others argued with the Captain about some milestone, Zhanna thought back to a year ago when a general she was acquainted with loudly complained that 'The damned Yankees spend more time drilling then they do fighting!' Based on what the experience here had been so far, Zhanna had to admit he was right. Granted her only real experience in the military came when she was largely cannon fodder, but it was still impressive how often she and the others were put through drills and exercises that the officers back home would have considered excessive. 

Not that she didn't mind, of course. Growing up doing farm and factory work made physical activity easy, and at times she actually did enjoy going on these training regimens, learning new techniques and generally staying active. Glancing towards the seductress gliding onto the field looking irritated, she got the feeling that she was alone in that sentiment. Smirking, she shook her head dismissively and, noticing the Frenchman and the Canadian had started running off towards Curahee, quickly broke into a jog and went after them, with a cursory [color=ed1c24]"[i]До свидания![/i]"[/color] to the others in the team.