War and conflict seem to bring with them tales and mysteries that often become sort of lost or distorted with time. In the confusion and death it can be hard to keep track of what sorts of tales are the ramblings of minds under extreme duress, which are perhaps more embedded in reality, and which are a complex mixture of both. One extremely persistent tale in Russia of the battlefield is that of a highly trained and lethal band of female snipers said to be as beautiful as they are deadly
Minus the exposed leg, an all natural (face) Jessica Rabbit. How I adored her when I was little. Perhaps it was the long, sleek, slip of her cocktail dress, the very way she would sashay across any room capturing her audience and well, come on, her outrageously voluptuous figure.