There wasn’t a single hesitation that OLGA was a graduate of the Russian Medical Academy. Strict and silent. Neat as a pin appearance. On the verge of sterility. Uniform, firmly iron-pressed to the last crease. Her face - waxed. Her feelings - long buried under the clinical mask. Her hair - bleached, immaculately pulled in an enormously high bun. Hands accurately hidden in gloves, away from the microbial environment. She hated colors. She did not tolerate mental disorders. She punished chronic abnormalities. Her patients, long time living dead corpses, had the most obedient demeanor.