With a sigh, I take a sip of my tea, Enjoying the hot beverage as I contemplate over the man known as Yuri Sokolov.
He is...A strange man to say the least.
He always keeps quiet, Not once ever starting a conversation unless necessary. He's not nice either, In fact He's rather curt and rude. He's always to the point, and always has a scowl on that face of his, His dead fish eyes always dejectedly looking about the damn place. In fact, I would call it creepy, the way he quietly gazes at everything.
Yes, With the things that I have just stated, Yuri Sokolov should be a creep, an asshole and a lost cause.
And Yet, It's quite strange actually, I'm actually fascinated by him.
Despite all of these qualities, He's actually quite selfless. He's saved me thrice now. On the first encounter with me, He tackled me to the ground, Saving me from a bullet to the head.
The second time was when he gunned down an enemy with me in his sights and the third when he forcibly dragged me into cover, telling me not to die in the process.
He's...a fascinating man. His eyes show contempt for the world, contempt for everything really, He always has a scowl on his face, and something tells me that he would much rather insult my men then praise them.
But… Somewhere in there, He has a heart of gold. I just know it!
He bravely flanked the enemy, Got rid of a troublesome machine gun nest that pinned us down without even waiting for some extra support, while also getting rid of that troublesome Toyota as well.
Not to mention his recent stunt, In which he bravely charged at the enemy tree line, risked his life to get to the enemy radio operator and fed them a cleverly believable lie to make them retreat. Oh, and picking up precious intelligence whilst doing that also. It's...Frustrating really. He's so aloof, so distant from the rest of us, and yet he still does his duty, not caring about our perceptions of him!
I'm no fool. The men hate him for some reason. I just don't know why. He may be a new addition yes, But he's proved his worth on more than one occasion, so why? Why do they dislike Yuri so much?
Hah.
I take another sip of my tea, the liquid helping me think more as I try and rack my head around the man known as Yuri Sokolov.
Not to mention his strange mannerisms around me as well!
Whenever I approach him, He eyes me warily, trying to make some distance from me as I attempt to engage in a conversation with him.
Whenever I take a seat next to him, He actually makes distance between us, Not caring about how rude it might be.
Whenever I speak to him, I see a cold sweat form on his forehead as he looks at me with that same old scowl on his face.
Whenever I laugh, His hands free up, with his palms open as looks at me hesitantly.
Whenever he sees me, He stays quiet, often, I'll have to speak to him if I even want to hear him speak!
….
Wait a minute, Does he...Feel something special for me? If so, then that would explain his attitude, He's playing hard to get!
…
No, I'm overthinking this too much. He has no reason to like me. And besides, He might even have a g-girlfriend back home!
Y-yeah! I'm overthinking this! There is absolutely no way he likes me! And besides, H-him?..N-no. There's much better men than him out there! Good god, what am I even thinking!
Alright, calm down Sofiya, The blush on your cheeks is merely from the hot tea. It's only natural after all, You're sipping a hot liquid, In a hot combat zone, located in a very hot country. Yeah! It's tea! Not him, Not anything else, Just the tea!
As I sit there by the fire, I hear footsteps come up to me. Oh god, It's him isn't it? Those slow, quiet footsteps could only belong to him. Ahhh! I can't face him now! Not with my face looking like this!
"..." He opens his mouth, only to hesitate.
"..." AHHH! If only I didn't have a blush on my face! I would turn to talk to him!
Quietly, He places a small white wooden horse right next to me. My eyes widened in recognition of this, My Papa gave me this! Quickly turning to look at him, He visibly grimaced as he met my unexpected gaze.
"...You...Dropped this." He says quietly, avoiding my gaze before quickly walking away, Shaking his head as he does so.
....
KYAH!!
HE LIKES ME! HE'S TOTALLY INTO ME!
WHAT DO I DO?
...
…
Okay, calm down woman, So what? He likes you. It's okay, you just gotta keep this a professional relationship!...Perhaps after the war… No!
Stop it!
…
…
But,
Thank god he found this and picked it up and returned it to me. This is the only thing left that Papa ever gave to me.
....
Papa…
I finally have a way to redeem our family! If this operation succeeds, your name will finally be cleared, we won't have anything to be ashamed of anymore. We'll be...redeemed. Our family will once more be honored, much like great grandfather, who was a general under Trotsky himself!
Trotsky…
Yes, Our family wasn't forgotten after all! For GRU to assign this mission to us. Means that they haven't forgotten us, the things that we've done for their founder, for the union! Yes, I've been given this one chance. I can't fail, No, I won't fail!
…
But for now, I ought to focus on Yuri Sokolov. Twice now I've scolded Boris for his attitude towards Yuri. What can I do to make the men be more accepting of him? I don't for the life of me, know why they distrust him so.
They tell me that he's possibly KGB, or that he's a spy or traitor. I don't think so. Just look at him! He's so… genuine! If he was a spy, then he wouldn't be acting like this. That's for sure, He would have a smile on his face as he interacts with the men, not to ignore them! If he was a spy, he would relish all the moment's that I approach him, not have a scowl on his face when I do so!
He prefers no company but his own. He's so aloof and standoffish that the men compare him to a beast. His eyes are so dead that I'm convinced that a child would break into tears should one ever encounter him!
He smokes so much as well, There's never a time when I'm near him that I don't smell that wretched stink of tobacco and depression. There's also the creepy laugh that he makes whenever I catch him reading a Pravda paper out of the corner of my eye! Like seriously, ugh, creepy.
....
No! What am I thinking! Good god woman! Get a hold of yourself!
With a slap on both of my cheeks, I grab hold of my tea cup once again and take yet another sip.
Hah.
Expectedly, life was a pain in the ass!