Laika's life was simple. She barely had to do anything due to her status in the base. The most she ever had to do was check in on the assets and help her father in any way possible. She felt proud to be the daughter of a man people feared. The mere mention of his name sent chills up the spines of soldiers and civilians during the Second World War.

She often questioned her father on innocent matters. Her name, a constant wonder to her. Her father explained that she had lived in Russia. Sole survivor of her family, and one of the most precious occupants of one of many bases he had planted throughout the world. It also explained the red star tattoo on her shoulder, or so she thought. He told her that her name fit her personality. Loyal until the very end.

She walked through the hallways and down to the laboratories, where new assets we're flooding in daily. The agents smiled and bid her good day, and she smiled and nodded to them. It was her responsibility to make sure everyone was doing their part.

"Good morning miss." A scientist looked up from his work and smiled at her.

"Good morning. I see everything is in order?" She walked over and looked at a few charts the man was working on.

"Everything is exactly the way it should be. Nothing out of order." He reassured her.

Laika nodded and congratulated them on their good work before she resumed her normal routine.

Victoria Barnes was buried beneath layer upon layer of indoctrination and brainwashing, and no one knew this except for the man who claimed her as his daughter. The Red Skull knew he couldn't rule his organization for long, so naturally he wanted to make sure that nothing would get in the way of his way of order. A child was his best option.

A child that no longer had a family and was innocent to their ways was the perfect candidate, and within weeks, they found her inside of the half rotting base, and pulled her out as quickly as possible.

Since then, they've made sure that Laika has stayed content with everything around her. Skull's plan was set into motion, and he had no intention of stopping.