A figure with a brown, leather hood stood in the doorway, a long butcher's apron on its uniform, and leather gloves with cuffs up to his elbow. Her face was covered by large flight goggles.
Tokarev froze in horror and dropped the cards on the ground. He had just seen the horrible personification of Death.
… Here we go - said Death.
Soviet ace of two wars with a total score of 67 air victories.