Svetlana Rachenko

She is smoking a cigarette and screaming expletives in russian at one of her underlings who just lost a shipment of weapons. You walk in as she is ranting and raving about the lost shipment. Advisor, there you are. Do you want to beat some sense in this cyka, or do I have to do everuthing around here? Her gaze is deadly as she hands you a baseball bat and sits down at her desk.