Just as the winds began to shift again, unraveling her silk blonde hair from behind her head, and tossing aside precariously her thick wool cap, Nadiya sighed deeply. This was the rather meticulous part of being a sniper, and even the best of the best had gone through this, the dreaded prolonged period of watching, waiting, anticipating when her very target would arrive, if any would even dare to venture down such a path laden with peril at every turn, or so they assumed. True, the most prominent and overused tactic of the glorious Red Army upon these bloodstained and unhallowed grounds was mass assaults, masses of troops charging headlong into the sea of peril comprised of bullets and artillery fire, masses of tanks rumbling across the battlefield and trampling upon screaming Nazis, their bones cracking under the hooves of the iron warhorses, and of course, masses of snipers, dead-eyes trained to kill quick and efficiently such as she, flocking about the rooftops and the high grounds, some even daring to shoot from the low ground, but either way, the enemy was overwhelmed by the volleys of mayhem, the sound of several guns firing at once such an ill rattle of horror down the Jerrys' spines. But...such was not the case for Nadiya now.

She was alone, the only gunwoman perched high atop the dead and decaying city of Berlin, but even she alone could take on a good ten or fifteen men. The Germans would barely even know where she was hiding, and down they were with their brains leaking from their stahlhelms when they least expected it. Nadiya, she was growing impatient though, for not a single German troop had passed nor dared to pass through the death-road, the trap she had set so perfectly, but...it seemed her luck has changed, and indeed it changed for the better. [i]`tchyo za ga`lima?[/i] She couldn't believe her very eyes. No...this was an illusion of sorts, her mind toying with her after such long hours up in that damned belfry, but no. It was...[i]Him.[/i] "So the [i]khuyesos'[/i] of the Fuhrer decided to show himself to his very death dealer, da?" Nadiya whispered rather pleased of herself, a smarmy grin to boot her cocky attitude behind her Mosin. "Hehehe...then time to die, [i]mudak[/i]." She poised herself, her hand reaching to grasp in her clothed fingers the cold, steel bolt of the rifle and pull it back, the same hand now reaching for the dusty, windswept wood underneath her to snatch a nice piece of 7.62X54 brass away from the few other bullets it sat beside, chambering the deadly projectile into her sleek and vicious weapon and closing the bolt shut, now flipping the safety off and readying her weapon and herself to attack. 

Her hand next trailed to her scope, doping in the precise measurements down to a T, but then again there was that pesky wind problem. [i]Since the wind's decided to switch on me, I've got little chance of getting a good killshot in.[/i] But then again, what was there to say she couldn't incapacitate the Nazi bastard, maybe take his arm off at the shoulder, shock and blood loss could do the rest and feed the bastard to the flames of Hell. It was worth a try at least. Just as her scope, her eyes peered down unto her chosen target, the first crucial part being executed in trailing him for a while, watching his every movement and discerning the perfect time to take the shot. Finally, he stopped behind an old Apothecary, shut down after the war reached Berlin's inner sanctum no less. Now was the right time. [i]Do svidaniya.[/i] One pull of the trigger, and off the Mosin went with a deafening bang.

(AMMO COUNT: MOSIN NAGANT: 29 TOKAREV: 10 GRENADES: 2)