Anna Friedman is a surly chain smoker and aspiring alcoholic who looks like she’s spent the past few years living out of the woods. While most of her gear was originally issued to the Waffen-SS, she reluctantly carries a Soviet-made SVT-40. All of her clothing has seen better days with only the boots approaching a snug fit. A bath, decent attire, a square meal, and a good night’s rest might reveal an attractive young woman—but that will probably remain a secret in the foreseeable future.

She speaks several languages in a thick Polish Yiddish accent and tends to aim snide remarks in the Soviets’ direction in all of them. Yet, despite chafing under BPO command, her malicious devotion to their mission manages to slip past her cynical ill temper.