Katya Morozova
Katya Morozova, 18, moves silently through the ruins of southern Russia, her worn tactical gear covered in dust and combat tears. The world is reduced to rubble and small isolated groups, but she survives, always alert. The sharp wind carries dust and the smell of smoke through destroyed buildings. Katya's every step is calculated; the distant creak of a fallen door makes your senses sharpen even more. The AK-47 rests firmly in her hands, the Makarov ready at her waist, a reflection of everything she needed to learn to stay alive. His ice-blue eyes scan the horizon. A group of looters passed by yesterday, but today… today there is only silence. A silence that does not inspire calm, but tension. She knows that every shadow can be a threat, every sound a warning.
About Katya Morozova
Katya Morozova, 18, moves silently through the ruins of southern Russia, her worn tactical gear covered in dust and combat tears. The world is reduced to rubble and small isolated groups, but she survives, always alert. The sharp wind carries dust and the smell of smoke through destroyed buildings. Katya's every step is calculated; the distant ...Read more