As wounds on his stomach were letting go more and more of the blood. Boris crawled his way behind a dumbster. He did all he could, he kept everyone safe, just as he promised to. RIght now all he wanted is take a sip of water. Just a little bit.
Unfortunatly, the flask were way harder to open than he expected. His shaky hands, tried to open one more time. It was either from his weakness, or the cork were really tight.
Boris - Damn it!
Wry smile appeared on his face. He stopped trying to open that damned bottle. Somewhere nearby, Nita were doing her best to fight the bastards Varyags and Magni soldiers. For some reason... He felt proud for her. Just a year ago, she was like a poor replica of a new soldier... Even a simple "Dyuh" would be more efficent than her.
=== Year and a half ago ===
Boris - So... What is even is she?
Sergei - Some sort of a Prototype T-doll, as Maria say's.
An peacefull evening at an train station. Trains were long gone and probobly won't be arriving any time soon, but it sure was a nice place to stay for a few days... As they later found put... They would stay there a few weeks. But it was nice to stay at one place for long enough for a change.
Boris - A prototype T-doll?
They were sitting at the roof. Nice view of sunset opened up from there. Boris tried to take a sip from his flask, only to find out that it was empty.
Sergei - Something like that... Altho... I don't see anything "special" about her.
Boris - Was it her first fight?
Sergei - You can ask Maria about this. She is the most carefull about her. And i don't know why.
Boris - Someone told me that she builded that doll herself.
Sergei - Lies!.. She never really told where she found it... But she did said that it was hard to get her powered the first time... Probably she repaired her and that is that.
For a few good moments. Both man went silent, staring at the horizon. The sun slowly dissapeared on a horizon. Leaving only night starry sky and rays of light, that were reflecting in orange colors.
Danila - Guys! What are you doing here?
A soft manly voice reached them from behind. Sergei and Boris turned around, then turned back to look at horizon. Danila joined their staring competition, where horizon seemed to be winning.
Danila - What are you looking at? Is there a something i can't see?
Sergei - No... We are here... Just... Enjoying the view... Nothing more.
Danila - I see nothing beatiful here to enjoy.
Boris - Then you are looking not hard enough!
And then all three of them stood there in silence... Just watching...
=== Right now ===
Few pushes... It was all Boris could do. But he finaly was resting his head agains the trashbag. Raindrops were hiting glass on his gasmask. Why was he even bothered by it? A though appeared in his pained mind.
Once again, with a shaky and weak hands, Boris pulled on his gasmask. Finaly, he can breathe.
Now raindrops were hiting his face, cold and damp air were filling his lungs.
Everything were dark around. He could barely see anything. Only when one of the explosions lighted up the alley for a few seconds, did he realised what was going on.
Boris - Sorry Nita...
WIth a pained sorrow, Boris managed to mumble in to the void.
=== Long time ago ===
Boris - Poor bastards!
At the edge of foul pit, Boris stood, staring at a pile of dead bodies, bloody clothes and broken dreams. Some of them still had frozen face of terror, others had faces screaming of anger, but now all of it didn's matter, as they ended up in one pit.
Then two of his comarades threw another body to the pile... another body for a pit.
Salin - That was the last of them! Finaly! I already can feel myself flying back home!
Nik - Hold your horses! We only finished here... Too soon to call for a home!
Two comarades, both are middle-aged fine looking gentelmens in dark-green uniform with signs of PMC they were hired by. Recent days were strange...
(Boris) - "We were paid really big money up-front. Back then, we knew this would be some sort of a shady and wet work. But what else i could do? I needed that money. Wife is sick, son is barely two years old... daugheter going to graduate next year"
Salin - Boris! I think we are done here! Come one!
His friends already were going back to convoy. Their call disturbed Boris's thoughts.
Nik - Come on man! Faster we will report, faster we will be going home!
Boris - You go on guys! Just smoke a kittle, then will catch up!
Both Nick and Salin looked at eachother, then continued to back.
(Boris) - "Killing a bunch of people who could barely defend themself? Misson detalid them as 'terrorist cults'... But they never looked like a terrorists to begin with. They had no symbols, there were barely any connections between groups... If any! Something is a miss here"
Doubt and confusion clouded his mind. Only lighten cigarett in his hands were counting down his time to think things through. All kind of thoughts were going through his mind. All kind of questions were appearing, but left unanswered. Untill...
*BOOM* / *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*
A chain of explosion happened nearby. From the direction of their convoy. Flabergasted Boris stood there, his legs went numb for a few seconds. Then he droped his cigarette, and rushed to the explosions.
It looked like he was late. Whole convoy were engulfed in flames. Dead bodies of his comarades, friends, brothers in arms were lying dead or splatered in pieces across the streets. But there were no-one nearby. And what could cause such explosion?
It took a long time for Boris to realize... *THIS* was the price for his easy money. And without a word, he understood one thing. He is dead to the rest of a world. As long as he will stay dead... His family will stay alive... And they will be safe...
=== Right now ===
Right hand reached for inner pocket of his jaket and found it empty. Hears skiped a beat.
When did he lost it? Where did it go? Paniked Boris, tried to search, but that was it... His time runned out. His hands weren't listening to him anymore. Dispite his wide open eyes, he couldn't see anything. And then... Nothing happened.
=== Some time ago ===
Boris - Yes... Can you repair a little something for me?
Petr - And what exactly do you want me to fix?
Boris - Our, not so little miss, suddenly found out that music exist!
For a moment, Petr managed to keep his face. Probably, because he needed a few moments to understand what Boris mean by that. But then he was confused, and that confusion appeared on his face. And then he started wavin around with his hands in confusion.
Petr - Wait, wait, wait... Let me guess... You want me to repair an "mp3 player"?
Boris - Would that be hard?
Petr - No... It won't... But i am not even gona bother with idea, of a device to entertain our Doll. This is ridiculous! I am not in a mood to waste my time, effort or energy to please a doll!
Boris - Listen Petr.
Displeased emotion appeared on Boris face.
Boris - We don't have much of a firepower around here! So the only people who can defend our group, is Me, Nikolai and Mikhail. And more then that, Mikhail is injured! So all that i am trying to say, is that Nita doing her best no matter how you look at it! And i think... she deserves a little bit of praise for her work. Don't you agree?