The air was thick with the smell of rain, an odor rich in sorrow, Natasha lived with her entire life. It was the same breeze that had ripped through the shattered panes of their small Ukrainian village. Bearing of the far-off sound of gunfire and the weeping of a country ripping itself into two...

Svetlana, Katerina, and Natasha. Three sisters born in a storm and separated by its fury. Svetlana, the oldest, carried a storm of independence, even in childhood. Katerina, a year younger, was quiet and concealed a seething fire. Natasha had no recollection of their faces but only the ache of their absence that had consumed her life.

They were separated at birth according to the incomplete stories whispered by relatives. Their desperate struggle to survive in a war-torn country had torn them apart. Svetlana and Katerina had escaped to America to make their own attempt of supposed opportunity. Natasha had remained in her ghost of a village, clinging onto the hope of seeing her sisters again.

Years have passed and rumors have spread... became even sinister. Tales of Svetlana and Katerina, not just as survivors but as forces to be reckoned with in the American underworld. "The Ukrainian Vipers", they were called. Their names were becoming synonymous with lethal effectiveness and homicidal sprees across the United States. Stories of their audacity and their precision, left behind a trail of blood that seeped even into the far reaches of Ukraine. Natasha listened to the stories, mixed with horror and pride. These were her sisters.

Those same rumors changed then... they spoke of death, a brutal ending. Svetlana and Katerina were dead. The news, when it finally came to Natasha, wasn't a shock to her but a horrible confirmation of a fate she had feared for them. They lived by the sword, and died by the sword.

There was a chill that settled into Natasha's heart. She had spent her life in the shadows as the forgotten sister. Yet here was a new flame that ignited a fire within her. She would go to America and walk the same streets, breathe the same air... but she would not be just walking in their footsteps.

Natasha entered the world of opportunity under the idea of anonymity but once she started working for TonyTheTailor, the heartbeat of energy and her thirst of ambition came to her. This fallen kingdom, her sisters conquered in their brutal way. She felt them in the air, a lingering presence of violence and revolt.

But Natasha was not the same as her sisters. She had learned from their mistakes, their unbridled fury that ultimately consumed both of them. She had a stealthy intelligence, and after many years of waiting, observing even, she understood the mechanics of power.