Post by SVETLANA IVANA ZAMOLDCHIKOVA on Dec 5, 2010 21:56:51 GMT -5
SVETLANA IVANA ZAMOLDCHIKOVA
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SEVVY, TWENTY, CITIZEN , SARA BLOMQVIST, BOGIE
NAME: Svetlana Ivana Zamoldchikova
ENLISTED: 02/04/2007
POSITION: U.S Marine Corporal.
DATE OF BIRTH: 09/12/1990
BIRTHPLACE: New York, New York.
BLOOD TYPE: AB Rh Negative.
HEIGHT: 5'10.
WEIGHT: 125 lbs
TATTOOS: 'Z' is imprinted on the back of left ear.
PIERCINGS: Ears pierced twice.
BIRTHMARKS: One smudge on right butt cheek.
MOTHER: Unavailable.
FATHER: Unavailable.
SIBLINGS: Unavailable.
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
CHILDREN: n/a.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: 35 E.74th ST. Queens, New York.
YEARS SERVED: 3/4 Active. 0/4 Reserve.
TRAINING: Complete.
SPECIALTY: Sniping/Infantry.
That's the only thing on my entire record worth reading about. Truth be told, only half of that is even right. The technical things are pretty down packed but my family? Well, if they knew, I highly doubt they would let me enlist. I was born in an Upper East Side Manhattan hospital in the lovely year of 1990 and my mother was Russian-American while my father was simply Russian. I was trained to protect myself at a young age, moving to Russia once my parents saw it was fit I be enriched in the Russian culture my father was brought up through. He was part of the Russian Mafia but I keep that to myself. He was never a legal citizen like my mother so I don't bother entering his or her information into any of my documents. Anyway, the reason I joined...Hmm...
Well there was this guy...isn't that how most stories chicks tell you start off? Well, there really was this guy. We'll call him Secret Agent Lover Man or S.A.L.M for short. He was part of the Italian Mafia, a branch that my father's family highly despised. I met him when I was ten and had moved back to New York City because Russia was becoming too dangerous for our family. I lived a privileged life, I won't lie. My father never beat me, my mother never criticized the way I looked or dressed. They were just...I loved them...dearly, but they loved each other more than anything else in the world so i guess you could say I felt a bit left out of that love. Bleh. Emotions are pointless. Ignore that rant.
So this guy, he was tall with dark hair and bright blue eyes and when I met him, he was five years older than I was. He was so smart, handsome, and he treated me like I was the only person he could ever have eyes for. I was ten. He was fifteen. I did stupid things back then, even sleeping with my best friend just so when I slept with S.A.L.M I would be 'experienced' and not some little innocent piece of meat that he thought I was. At one point I wanted to move to wherever he was because I just wanted him so badly it ached. But he was a whore. He slept with my friends after telling me I was the only one he could ever have true feelings for. We'd drink. We'd party. Our lives seemed to dangerously revolve around each other. By the time I was sixteen, we were both literally beating the crap out of each other daily. I moved out of my parents' place and the two of us pooled our money together for a place like we were some married couple. My father hated him...even told me at one point that I had to kill him because he was putting the entire family in danger. I promised I'd do it...
Instead, when I finally caught him fucking one of my cousins, I just...I got fed up. I couldn't take our fighting anymore. I couldn't take the make up sex, as great as it was, to try and make up for it. I enlisted when I graduated at the age of seventeen and haven't looked back since. I don't talk to my family. I don't talk to my old friends. I have new friends now. A new life. I've made my career out of being a United States Marine soldier. A corporal and someday a Sargent. My life is better than great. It's fantastic and now he can screw all the chicks he could possibly ever want. Not like it matters.
After all, the reason I joined was to start over...and because while I couldn't kill him, everyone else in my family could.
