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CHAPTER ONE - Heaven on Earth


Somewhere in Kamchatka

Valera found himself shaking slightly looking outside of the open passenger section of a Mi-24 attack helicopter. The wind was blowing into all directions, the aircraft itself was shaking slightly preparing to land. As the drop off point came closer Valera’s radio came to life on the other end a seemingly always tired voice of Comandir (Commander, rus.) Gruzdiev who same as Valera had no official rank in the military.

“Приём. Валера ты там?”
Hello. Valera you where?

“Да командир я вас слышу так какого хера вы меня сюда послали? Это конечно не впервой что меня посылают и я незнаю куда и зачем, но обычно пилоту дают папку с приказом которую он мне должен передать. Плюс вместо моего обычного багажа мне выдали калаш и какие то тряпки.”
Yes Comandir I can hear you so why the fuck did you send me here? This of course not the first time that I’m being sent somewhere and I don’t where or why, but usually the pilot gets a folder with the orders that he has to give to me. Plus instead of my usual luggage I got an AK and some rugs.

”Эти тряпки юниформа групировки под названием ‘Скала’. Ты в Камчатке премерно двести километров к юго западу от нашей первой базы в регионе. Так вообщем твоя миссия….после ухода Японцев на Камчатке осталось очень много недовольных людей восточно еврапейской натуры которые решели заполнить созданый вакум. Как понятно недовольные поделились в групировки и теперь сражаюстя за куски этого огромного региона. Это война и нам этого не надо. Ты должен инфильтрировать одну из этих груптровок, ‘Скала’ они бравые ребята и с нами соры нехотят. Ты поможешь им выйграть эту войну, соберёшь всю информацию которую сможешь и вернёшься на нашу базу в Давыдыво своим ходом когда закончишь. Когда этот вертолёт отлетит на пять километров контакта у нас стобой небудет. Если тебя убьют мы тебя незнаем. Вопросы есть?”
Those rugs are the uniform of a para-military group calling itself “Rock”. You are in Kamchatka about two hundred kilometer south west from out first base in the region. And so back to your mission….after the Japanese retreat from Kamchatka a lot of very unhappy people of eastern european ethnicity were left behind and decided to fill in the power vacuum. As it is obvious those unhappy people divided themselves into groups and are now fighting for bits and pieces of this big region. It’s a war and we don’t need it. You are supposed to infiltrate, “Rock” they are brave guys and don’t want any beef with us. You will help them win this war, collect all the information that you can and will return to our base in Davidovo by your own means once you’re done. Once this helicopter flies five kilometers away from here we will no longer have any contact with you. If you get killed we don’t know you. Is there question?

”Вопросов нет.”
There is no questions.

”Удачи солдат.”
Good luck soldier.

The drop off point was finally reached, the Mi-24 lowered itself to only about half a meter off the ground and Valera jumped off. He had quite a job ahead of him but in any case it wasn’t the first time he was sent in alone, with barely any equipment and his unit not watching his back. All he knew was that if the military sent him there they knew that he was the man for the job. He looked into the backpack that he found on the helicopter. Three clips for the AK-74, binoculars, a combat knife, some provisions, a block of ‘Belamor’ cigarettes, two oxygen tanks and and mask for which he had no use so far …plus the radio that was already hanging off his chest. At least they gave him a bulletproof vest this time he was happy with that. The pilot made a couple of circles above his head, he tested out his binoculars looking up at the aircraft now seeing it in detail, he climbed aboard in total darkness and couldn’t see anything now he had a chance to take a good look at it. Unmarked, a helicopter that wasn’t used by the military for some fifteen years it was a beautifully put together machine and a well carried out drop off.

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The pilot as the procedures dictated had to take a picture of the operative he delivered for the top-secret file archives and he did.

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The helicopter made a few more circles and left. Valera found himself alone in a field, with no map and no idea on where to go. He picked a direction, stuck to it and started marching, after all if he was dropped off here that must mean there was something near by.

OOC: How much of this could the public know? This is happening right next to Koryakia so I'd like to know. Perhaps this can be tied somehow into "The Winter War"?

OOC: Excellent use of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. screenies.

OOC: How much of this could the public know? This is happening right next to Koryakia so I'd like to know. Perhaps this can be tied somehow into "The Winter War"?

OOC: @Rome: Well it wouldn't be unkown that a war is going on between different factions. "Skala" or "Rock" as I called them being one of them. As for Winter War, maybe it can be tied in we'll need to discuss this further. Of course Valera's identity is secret, infact as far as Russian Federation record keeping is concerned such man never existed same as the rest of his unit, Otriad 7 that he commands but this is a solo mission.

@Lay: Got much more there that came from

Somewhere in Kamchatka

Valera grinned.

“Пора входить в роль.”
Time to get into character.

He thought out loud and proceeded by taking out one of the packs of cigarettes he received from the block and lighting one of the cancer sticks with a match.

“О бля всегда бы так, сигареты, тушонка и люди здесь по идее говорят по русски. Так нет всё время посылают в джунгли или пустыни…ну ладно пора осмотреться.”
Eh fuck why not all the time like this, cigarettes, cans of spam and people here supposedly speak Russian. But no, all the time they send me into the jungles or deserts….alright its time to have a look around.

He put the binoculars against his eyes and did a three sixty turn about around the bush he was hiding in.

”Хмм…ничего…ну ладно где то должны жы быть эти бравые ребята из ‘Скалы’.”
Hmm…nothing….alright those brave guys from the “Rock” are supposed to be somewhere.

He said sarcastically, he started walking again and soon stumbled upon something interesting, fresh tracks. He kneeled down to take a closer look.

“Военные ботинки.”
Combat boots.

He looked up towards the direction the tracks were leading too.

“Ну ладно господа я вас нашёл теперь будем выигрывать вашу войну.”
Okay gents I found you, now its time to win your war.[/soze]

Davidovo, Federation military base, eastern coast of Kamchatka

General Makarov was in his HQs office that once was once the pediatrician’s room in the village hospital. Since the Japs left the hospital has been abandoned, equipment stolen and all the grown men in the village were either recruited into the war by one of the fractions or killed for refusing recruitment. In any case the locals were happy that the Federation brought order, they didn’t like those slanty eyed Asians ruling over them anyways, it was time for the Russians to be governed by other Russians. Makarov was talking on his phone to the head supply officer basically his mission was to spread good will in the form of food, water and electricity to as many Kamchatkans as he could. That’s not what he wanted to do but an order came from Voronej the first day he arrived to Davidovo “keep the 50 square kilometers we took control of with the initial strike but go no further”, Makarov didn’t like it but he wasn’t one to disobey a direct order from Kremlin itself. He wasn’t even surprised by the rather vague explanation for this order he received from the Marshall of the army then he issued an inquiry “we do not want to bring war to fellow Russians and agitate the matters further.” That didn’t quite cut it for Makarov, but he knew how to keep his mouth shut, in any case his further questions would bring him no answers.

“Что значит неможете?”
[size=1]What do you mean you can’t?

He said to his supply officer over the wire.

“У меня есть рапорт подписаный вами, вы сказали что неделю назад в ваш сектор пришли двадцать тон консервированых продуктов. И вы мне говорите что вы не можете людей накормить?....Съели?! Как съели?! Я не понял это вы так шутите?! За неделю мирные жители съели двадцать тон консервов....Мне наплевать на ваши недочёты! Матиматику надо было в школе учить! Найди, укради, роди, мне всеравно главное чтоб люди были сыты. Если небудут это твоя голова, шутник херов.”
I have a report signed by you; you said that a week ago twenty tons of canned products were arrived to your sector. And you are telling me that you can’t feed the people?….Ate it?! What do you mean they ate it?! I don’t get it that’s your idea of a joke?! In a week the civilians ate twenty tons of canned food….I don’t give a shit about your miscalculations! You should have learned the mathematics back in school! Find it, steal it, give birth to it, I don’t care the main thing is that people will be fed. If they aren’t its your head, fucking comedian.

Suddenly the office door opened and an old uniformed man walked in, Makarov looked up and stood up saluting his superior. His supply officer was still making excuses on the other end, he had to cut that conversation short.

“Полный рапорт ко мне на стол через пять чясов. Всё!”
Full report to me in five hours. That’s it!
He hung up and once again saluted the General of the Army Leonid Greboiedov.

“Приветствую….”
I welcome you…

”Опусти всю эту торжественость, кто кто а ты то Андрюха мою задницу целовать недолжен.”
Drop all this parading bullshit, if anyone you shouldn’t be kissing my ass Andruha (short for Andrei).

”Извиняюсь…эх….здарова Лёва, извини всё не могу привыкнуть что новый главком это всётки ты. Какими ветрами?”
I apologize…eh…hello Lieva (short for Leonid), sorry still can’t get used to the fact that the new commander is you. Anyways what winds [brought you here, russian expression]?

”Воронежскими, надо поговорить…пошли погуляем я в самолёте пять часов сидел.”
Voronej winds, we need to talk….lets go for a walk I just set in a airplane for five hours.
”Пошли.”
Let’s go.

Both men left the room and went down the stairs to the first floor and out of the freshly painted doors of the building.

“Курить будешь?”
You gonna smoke.

Makarov took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Leonid.

”Буду.”
I will.

General of the Army took one and lit it up with a match he pulled out of his pocket. Makarov got out a lighter and lit one of himself. The two officers walked away from the main building and started heading on the road that lead to the nearby village that carried the same name as the base.

”Так в чём дело Леонид?”
So what is this about Leonid?

”Много дел Андрей….ну ладно так вообщем меня сюда прислали штоб я тебе лично наврал про причину данного тебе приказу. Ты меня знаешь, ты мне поверишь и когда вернёшся на Родину и к тебе препрётца вся пресса Воронежа ты небудешь говорить про свои догадки и недоуменья по поводу решений верхушки. Для этого меня сюда послали они, но я тебя знаю гораздо лучше их. Поэтому врать небуду, просто попрошу как друга доверитца в этом случае государству, иногда и эти подонки бюрократы знают што деляют.”
A lot of thins Andrei…but anyways so I was sent here to personally lie to you about the reason for the orders you were issued. You know me, you would trust me and then you come back to the Motherland and all the press of Voronej will come running to you; you won’t talk about your guesses and confusion about the decisions of the higher ups. That’s why I was sent here by them, but I know you much better than they do. That’s why I won’t lie to you, I will simply tell you as a friend to trust the government in this case, some times those beurocratic bastards know what they are doing.


”Хмм, я вроде бы только один раз спросил. Если чесно мне всёравно, приказ есть приказ. Так ты пять часов летел чтоб только мне это сказать?”
Hmm, I though I only asked once. Honestly I don’t care, an order is an order. So you flew five hours just to tell me this?

”Нет, разговор у нас будет долгий и несегодня. Я тебя знаю ты человек умный ты приказ конечно выполнишь но просто так всё это дело неоставишь…вечереет. Пошли обратно, чайка, водочки попьём, старые времена вспомним а завтро утром поговорим на свежую голову.”
No our talk will be long and not today. I know you, you are a smart man, you will of course follow the order but you won’t just leave this business alone…its getting darker. Lets go back, drink some tea, vodka, remember the old days and tomorrow morning we will talk again with fresh heads.

”Так и быть пошли обратно.”
Alright lets go back.

Having made it to the outskirts of the village the men turned around and started heading back to the base.

Somewhere in Kamchatka

Finally Valera’s march to nowhere gave him results. He spotted several figures on the horizon, taking out his binoculars he laid down on the ground to take a better look.

Мммда….если это и есть те самые бравые солдаты групировки ‘Скала’ у нас есть проблемы. Мундира нет, екиперовки нет и что это у него вруках? Дедушкин дробовик? Хмм, на одном есть марка скалы….значит это будут мои товарищи....их трое….пойду поговорю.

Mmmm yeah….if this are those “brave” soldiers from the “Rock” faction we got problems. No uniform, no gear, and what is he holding in his hands? Grandpa’s shotgun? Hmm, one of them has the mark of the “Rock”…so that means that these will be my comrades….there are three of them…gonna go have a chat.

Quickly Valera started making his way towards the group. It didn’t take long until he was halted a sawed-off shotgun pointed in his direction.

“Руки верх. Ты кто?”
Hands up. Who are you?


The man with the shotgun said, he was obviously the leader. Valera slung his gun to his back and raised his hands.

“Кто надо….чё невидишь я свой.”
Who Im supposed to be….don’t you see Im one of yours.

”Свои все уже здесь, ты откуда выполз.....”
All of ours are already here, where the hell did you crawl out of?

He looked at Valera’s uniform, noting the patch.

“….сержант?”
Sergeant?

“Я сказал что я свой опусти свою пукалку и давай говорить.”
I told you Im one of yours, lower your farter cannon and lets talk.

The man with the sawed-off took a moment to judge the situation, and then he lowered his gun.

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“Ладно, не обижайся сержант, мы подмоги неожидали хотя и просили….трое нас осталось. Было двадцать только три дня назад.”
Alright, don’t get offended Sergeant, we didn’t expect any reinforcements although we asked for them…there are three of us left. It used to be twenty only three days ago.

”Не обижусь….я буду Валера Степанович Киров….как тебя и твоих по имени, отчеству?”
Im not offended….I will be Valera Stepanovich Kirov….how is you and your guys by name and otchestvu (otchestvo means middle name, in Russian it is always the father’s first name with an appropriet ending signifying that the person belongs to their father).

”Тебе даже имён наших несказали? Совсем про нас забыли….ну ладно по именам мы не идём, кликуха моя Семёныч. Мой кориш справа Воробей, слева Паук….ладно Валера….так какими ветрами? Не может быть штоб они одного человека в подмогу прислали....”
They didn’t even tell you our names? They completely forgot about us…in any case we don’t go by names, my nickname is Semionich. My hommie to the right is Vorobei (Sparrow), to the left Pauk (Spider)…alright Valera…so what winds? (what winds brought you here. A Russian expression such as When in Rome….)

”Меня никто не пресылал….я и мой отряд в передрягу попали, гадов положили но кроме меня некто невыжыл…пытаюсь найти путь на базу.”
Nobody sent me…I and my squad got into a battle, lay all the bastards to rest but except for me nobody else survived….trying to find my way back to base.

”База на юге, тебя што там сконтузило штоли? Ладно, ты можешь идти или можешь остаться здесь и нам помочь…выбор за тобой…мы с тобой или без тебя всёравно здесь все поляжем.”
The base is down south, were you shell-shocked or something? (Sarcasm) Alright, you can go or you can stay here and help us…the choice is yours…with or without you we will all die here anyways.

Valera looked Semionich over….he was ready to die, he was tired of fighting and loosing his comrades….his words carried no notes of heroism, he was simply stating the facts, he already accepted his fate. His two remaining friends had exact same numb expression on their scarred, blood stained faces.

“Ладно не надо себя списывать пока ещё дышишь. Обьясни ситуацию.”
Alright, no need to cross yourself out while you’re still breathing. Explain the situation.

”Обьясню….неделю назад примерно сотня уродов из БЗС (Братство За Свободу) прорвались через наш периметр….много их положили, из сотни выжили где то человек тридцать. В то же время главные силы БЗС начали аттаку по всему фронту. Все силы Скалы нужны штоб их здержывать. Не было времени беспокоится о каких то трёх десятках...мы из….мы были из отряда Соколова, царство ему небесное. Мы все волантёры, как видиш пользуемся чем можем. Так вообщем там за холмом старая фабрика, уроды её держат, мы пришли четыре дня назад пытались их выкурить, но они гады хорошо вооружены. У них там миномёт….боеприпаса больше нет но когда мы впервый раз попытались атаковать….вообщем ты понял…наших шестеро сразу полегло от мортиры….было двое раненых, один из них командир. Потом эти гнида добавили из своих стволов….мы еле ушли…Соколов скончался утром от потери крови. Два дня прошло, они поняли што кроме нас здесь некого нет и сами атаковали. Мы еле ушли….теперь нас трое и как солнце сядет мы опять атакуем. Километра два отсюда наша деревня, я там вырос у меня там жена, сын. Если эти бандиты пройдут то в деревне некого неостанетца. Эти борцы за свободу на самом деле обычные мародёры…им ребёнка убить что сплюнуть. Такова наша ситуатция сержант, вопросы есть?”
I’ll explain…a week ago about a hundred bastards from BZS (Bratstvo Za Svobodu, Brotherhood For Freedom) got through our perimeter….many of them went down, from the original hundred there were only about thirty survivors. At the same time the main force of BZS began an attack all over the front. All the forces of the “Rock” are needed to hold them off. There was no time to worry about some thirty men…we are from…we were from Sokolov’s squad, may he have the heavenly kingdom. All of us are volunteers, as you can see we use what we can. Anyways behind the hill there, there is an old factory, the bastards are holding it, we came here four days ago tried to smoke them out, but them bastards are well armed. They have a mortar…they ran out of shells now but the first time we tried to attack…anyways you understand….six of our guys died instantly from the mortar…we had two wounded, one of them our commander. Then those assholes added a bit from their own guns…we barely retreated…Sokolov died in the morning from blood loss. Two days went by, they understood that aside from us where is no one here and attacked themselves. We barely got away…now there is three of us and once the sun goes down we will attack again. Two kilometers from here is our village, I grew up there, my wife is there, my son. If the bandits get through there won’t be anyone left alive in there. These “freedom fighters” in reality are just thieving scum…to them killing a child is like spitting. This is out situation Sergeant, any questions?

“Мммда херовая у вас ситуатция….ну ладно держы голову выше солдат, ещё повоюем. Так вы из них некого неположили?”
Mmm yeah a shitty situation you got yourself there…but alright keep your head higher soldier, we’ll have more battles. So you didn’t put any of them down?

”Может и положили, темно было, неразберуха, мы стреляли во все стороны, может кого и зацепили.”
[size=1]Maybe we did, it was dark, a mess, we shot into all directions, maybe we got someone.

”Понятно, ну ладно братцы будем готовитца, сегодня спать непридётца.”
Understood, alright brothers we gonna get ready, tonight there’ll be no sleep.

“Погоди сержант у нас пулемёт есть.”
Wait Sergeant, we got a machine gun.

“Пулемёт! Так чё ж ты сразу несказал, где?”
Machine gun! Why didn’t you tell me from the beginning, where?

”В кустах, щас покажу.”
In the bushes, I’ll show you.

Valera followed Semionich to a nearby bush there a tightly wrapped up gun was laying below the cover of leaves. Semionich pulled out a knife and ripped the leather belts that were binding the thick thread a piece of carpet. What came out was a very worn down Kord 12.7 machine gun. Valera picked it up, looked down the sight, and checked the magazine.

“Хех нехера себе, крепкий старичок….сколько патронов к нему?”
Heh, fucking a, tough old timer…how many rounds to go with it?

Semionich took a moment to think.

“Ех….три ленты каждая по сто.”
Eh…three belts, each one a hundred.

“Триста? Должно хватить, у вас хоть кто нибудь стрелять из него умеет?”
Three hundred? Should be enough, do you at least have anyone who can shoot from it?

“Вообще это было оружие Кузмича…но он полёг, Воробья могу на него поставить он осилит.”
Well this was a weapon of Kuzmich…but he went down, I can put Vorobei on it, he can do it.

“Надеюсь….так давай подойдём поближе и посмотрим как наш враг поживает.”
I hope…alright lets go a little closer and take a look at how our enemy is living.

“Давай.”
Let’s.

The two men made their way up the hill keeping their silhouettes concealed by the bushes that were growing all over the area. Picking from underneath the vegetation Semionich pointed Valera in the direction of the enemy base with his finger. Valera got out his binoculars to take a closer look.

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“Интересно, странная у них униформа, джинсы да спортивные куртки. Семёныч, коментарии есть?”
Interesting, they have a weird uniform, jeans and a sports jacket. Semionich, any comments?

Valera said quietly.

“БЗС бандюки, мундиры им достать не где, всё што умеют это убивать и разрушать. Анархисты….падлы. Это тебе не передавой отряд, хотя те тоже мудаки, эти наверно добровольтци как и мы. Так вообщем Валера мысли есть?”
BZS are bandits, they have nowhere to get uniforms from, all that they know is how to kill and destroy. Anarchists….assholes. This is not a standard frontline unit, although those are also bastards, these are probably volunteers just like us. Anyways Valera, you have any thoughts?

“Есть, на фабрику как минимум три входа…”
Yes I do, there are at least three entrances to the factory…

”Да, три это ты мог и меня спросить.”
Yes, three you could have asked that from me.

”Но я бы не увидел где они….так вообщем три….через главные ворота, и через дыры в ограде с лева и справа. Как у них нащёт часовых?”
But then I wouldn’t see where they are…anyways three…through the main gate and through the holes in the fence on the left and right. What do they have in terms of guards?

”То што я видел…десять людей всё время на посту, меняются три раза в сутки.”
From what I saw…ten people are always on post, they switch three times in a day.

”Когда меняются?”
When do they switch.

”Не знаю…извини.”
Don’t know….sorry.

”Так….ладно я тут коешто надумал, пошли назад обьясню.”
Alright, I thought something up, lets go back and I’ll explain.

OOC: Since I can't type in Russian anymore assume that all dialog here is in Russian unless otherwise specified.

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Somewhere in Kamchatka

"Don't make any noise or we're all dead."

Valera said to Semionovich in a hushed tone as him and others were making their way up the hill through the bushes, towards the enemy camp. Hiding in the vegetation and concealed by night's darkness they made it to the top of the hill. Valera put his hand up signaling everyone to stop.

"Alright Vorobei, set up the machine gun here, once I tell you to you start shooting and don't stop until you run out of bullets. The enemy base is down the hill, you got higher ground and armor piercing rounds they'll raise their heads they're dead. Thats what I want to see. The rest of you wait here, I'll radio you in once I take down their guards. No one makes a sound unless I tell them to. Im going."

Valera started crawling his way down the slope of the hill towards the abandoned factory surrounded by a rusted coil fence. The guards Valera was going after stood infront of the main gate. The bandits had no projectors or anything in the terms of a light source, they were making it too easy. Valera reached the fence and started slowly crawling along it hiding in the numerous bushes. After half an hour of slow paced crawling he reached the gate. He clasped his knife in his right hand, his spade in his other he was only 2 meters away from them, he could hear them breathing as they tried to pierce the shroud of darkness with their gaze.

He moved quickly jumping up from the ground and striking the first unfortunate victim with the knife on the side of his neck. The steel pierced through the flesh and bone, breaking the spine, cutting off the windpipe the man was dead before he even started falling. The other guard caught a sharpened spade on the back of his temple as Valera span around the back of the first dead man and crushed the skull of the second one. The amount of noise was minimal the poor bastards never stood a chance. He dragged their bodies into the bushes and started looking through their pockets. He was able to retrieve a frag grenade and a couple of magazines for his AK, he then entered through the half-open gate. And jumped to the wall of the nearest red-brick building.

Phase one was now complete. Still with only a spade and a knife in his hands he looked around. It was quite, the other guards were walking around elsewhere, the sleeping bandits were most likely in the main factory building 20 meters to Valera's left. He started making his way towards the door of the building he was leaning against. He got in through the opening, it was safe. He took a moment to breath, all was going according to plan. The window of the building he was in was facing the main entrance to the main factory building. He turned on his radio.

"Lets make some noise. Vorobei, fire, everyone else start making your way towards the wall fast. Over."

The first 12 mm rounds left their barrel. The inhabitants of the abandoned factory were now awake for sure. Valera took his position at the window with his rifle out. The bandits became active quickly Valera heard their cries.

"What the fuck! Wake up everyone the bastards attacked us!....I don't know where the fuck they are, up the hill, you can see the fucking machine gun flashing. Hurry up!"

The main factory door opened and the first man to run out caught Valera's bullet as he came through the door opening. Second and third met a similar fate but then the bastards started getting a general idea of what was happening and started firing in Valera's direction from the doorway. Valera was safe behind the wall and he had several grenades that he took from Semionich, he threw one into the window landing it precisely through the main building doorway that was only eight meters away. The loud bang shook the walls of the old complex. For a minute the bandits stopped firing, the only noises Valera could hear from their side were moans of the dying. He got back on his radio.

"Semionich, where are you? Over."

"Its working Serge, its bloody working! We jumped across the fence, the bastards never saw us coming. We took down five guards there should be another three left, we're completing the sweep along the fence. Over."

"Hurry up, I can't keep them pinned in the main building they gonna start jumping through the windows soon. Over."

Valera fired off a couple of shots as one bandit attempted to bust through the boarded up window. The poor sob broke through the planks and caught a bullet with his temple he fell on the ground with his legs still stuck in the window. Valera threw his other grenade through the opening. Another loud bang, more moans. He had to leave, his enemy was confused but that was not going to last.

"Semionich, I'm changing position, finish your god damned sweep already and meet me in building 3. Vorobei starting phase three, we need you over here. Over."

There was nothing but silence and then Semionich's voice cracked through Valera's receiver.

"Valera, he is dead!"

"What...?"

There was gun fire on the background.

"We're pinned, Spider is 300 (code for wounded)....we took down the last of the bastards and then we started getting machine gun fire from Vorobei's position. Spider caught one with his gut. He is bleeding....argh!"

"Semionich! Are you there!?"

At that point Valera had to start pulling the trigger again, the bandits finally realized what was happening and started pouring out of the main building. There was about two dozen of them, Valera brought em down as they showed themselves but he couldn't stop all of them. The machine gun fire died and there were no more bursts heard from Semionich's direction.

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On the other side of the factory

"You....you bastard! What the hell are you!?"

Semionich was lying on the cold ground in a pool of his own blood. His right arm was hanging on by a thread of skin it took a direct hit from a 12 mm round. His killer was standing over him with Vorobei's machine gun in his hands , his face shrouded in the darkness. He didn't say anything, simply put the gun to Semionich's head and pulled the trigger. Casually he started walking towards Valera.

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Damn it, they're all dead.....

He felt the anger brewing inside of him.

Dead...

He threw his last grenade, the surviving 15 bandits were already spread around the courtyard. The bang followed shortly and Valera jumped through the window, rolled on his back, bounced off the ground and fired a burst at the closest bastard. He then dashed for the corner of the nearest building just narrowly missing a stream of bullets. He fired off a few bursts from behind the wall. Something wasn't right, something wasn't right at all, he could feel someone's presence close to him, too close. He looked to the left and there he was, a man with a face covered in darkness, the moon reflecting off of his bald head. He was wearing some sort of a combat suit but it did not looked like BDU-1 or 2 Valera was accustomed to.

"You...you were the one who killed Vorobei?"

Valera said calmly.

"Yes....now if Im not mistaken you must be Valera, yes I heard quite a lot about you. You're the commander of Otriad 7 aren't you?"

How the hell does he know?

"Im not saying anything, you want to kill me, go ahead."

"Oh you know Im not going to kill you or I would have already. Drop your gun, you're coming with me."

The man's voice was cold, almost metallic. The bandits weren't waiting since Valera stopped firing they rushed for the corner, there was only nine of them left, they were angry. The bald man hit Valera in the face with the back of the machine gun, all went dark, Valera was on the ground unconscious.

OOC: Sorry to hear that, it really gave your RPs an additional edge like all of them do when we use natural languages but I'm still glad to see a continuing of this RP. It really is a good one. What's the title mean again?

OOC: I think I can get my ability to type Russian back, just need to get some Russian letter stickers for my laptop's keyboard which means I need to dig through my closet....or I could just plug in one of my already marked dell keyboards, I got the USB converter for them so I can plug it into my laptop. Yeah, next post there will be Russian again. The tittle means "Operation Brotherhood".

Edited the last post and removed the numerous errors.

Somewhere in Kamchatka

"Добройе утро."
Good morning.

Valera woke slowly waking up, he felt the taste of chlorophyll in his mouth and a dull pain on the right side of his face. Reality was collapsing on him, his vision was returning he looked about to access the situation. As his memory came back he realized what has happened and recognized the man standing in the middle of the dark, wet room, most likely a basement. It was the bald attacker (http://www.aoqz76.dsl.pipex.com/Web%20Page%20Components/Wallpaper/Games/Hitman%202.jpg) from before, he was holding something in his hands, something sharp. Valera's wrists were handcuffed to the back of the chair he sitting on, a chair nailed down to the floor. Obviously this leaking basement has seen its share of pain and torture, Valera didn't flinch, he was trained to resist, he was trained to die if that would serve his country. The bald man started slowly pacing towards Valera.

"Как я понимаю в данный момент, вы, Валера очень хотите знать кто я такой....хехехе..."
As I understand at this moment, you, Valera really want to know who I am...hehehe...

He threw the knife in his hand to the floor and grinned.

"...прошу прощения, старая привычка вас я знаю боль непугает....хмм...ну так вернёмся к тому о чём я говорил. Так во первых дайте мне обьяснить что случилось, я спас вам жизнь. Если бы я не поевился то вас бы просто разорвали бы на части бойцы БЗС. Они очень на вас разозлились, вы в одиночку положили половину их отряда..."
...I apologize, old habit, I know that pain does not scare you...hmm...alright lets return to what I was previously talking about. First of all, let me explain what happened, I saved your life. If I did not show up you would be simply torn apart by the BZS soldiers. They got very angry with you, you took down half of their team by yourself...

Valera was looking at the mans face without blinking, The man's voice was cold, almost like a machine.

"...и да конечно же я так же убил тех людей из 'Скалы'...видите ли я такой же профессионал как и вы, у меня есть миссия и я её выполняю...да...допрашивание вашей персоны входит в мои контрактные облигации так что, теперь вы понемаете почему вы здесь...должен сказать что у меня есть личный интерес в вас, я достаточно долго ждал момента всретиться с вами, я о вас много знаю, изучил вашу работу и даже присудствовал при выполнении одной из ваших первейшых миссий. Возможно вы помните события петнадцати летней давности в Авганестане? Атомный взрыв, устронение террористических елементов...я не много опоздал тогда, но я видел тот вертолёт что забирал вас и ваш отряд перед детонацией....но опять я отвликаюсь."
...and yes of course I was the one who killed those people from "Rock"...you see I am just a professional same as yourself, I have a mission and I take care of it...yes...interrogation of your person is included in my contractual obligations, so now you understand why are here...I must say that I have a personal interest in you, I have waited for a chance to meet you for a long time, I know a lot about you, studied your work and even was present during one of your missions. Perhaps you remember the events that took place fifteen years ago in Afghanistan? Nuclear explosion, elimination of terrorist elements...I was a little late back than, but I caught sight of the helicopter that was picking up you and your squad before the detonation...but I am once again getting carried away.

He grabbed a chair and set down opposite of Valera.

"Я работаю на очень могущественных людей и они тоже очень заинтересованны в ваших спобностях. Мы с вами очень похожы, мы лишь орудия в руках сильных, мы выполняем наши миссии без вопросов, мы это физическое воплощение воли наших нанимателей. Так вот, за людьми на которых я работаю будущее, будущее не только России но и всего мира и мои наниматели хотят что бы вы были частью этого будущего. Это один и единственный вопрос который я был нанят вам задать. Хотите ли вы работать на моих нанимателей? Хотите ли вы быть частью будущего которое они творят? Я не могу разглошать нечего более, да это достаточно глупый воопрос без экстра информации но мои нанематели очень хотели чтобы я его вам задал. Так что я жду вашего ответа."
I am working for some very powerful people and they are as well very interested in your skills. You and me are very alike, we are simply weapons in the hands of the strong, we complete our missions without asking questions, we are the physical form of the will of our leaders. So, the people I am working with are the future, the future not just of Russia but also the whole world and my clients want you to be a part of that future. That is the one and only question that I was hired to ask you. Would you be willing to work for my clients? Would you want to be part of the future that they are creating? I can not say anything else, yes it is a rather stupid question without extra information but my clients really wanted me to ask you that. So, I await your answer.

Valera did not break the eye contact with the bald man for a second, he said nothing.

"Понимаю, вам нужно время подумать, я вернусь позже."
I understand, you need time to think, I will return later.

The man got up and started pacing towards the dark corner of the room, Valera looked down to the ground, he was screwed and he knew it.

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Several hours later

For hours Valera was sitting on his cold, uncomfortable chair with his eyes closed, listening. He wasn't expecting a rescue, according to the Russian Federation he was never even born, but hope, hope never dies even in the presence of cold understanding of what was to happen. Suddenly he heard something...gun shots, bursts of automatic rifles....the ground shook with an explosion something was happening on the ground above Valera's head. Hope, it was all he had left in this world, he kept on listening. Ten minutes the fire hasn't stopped, twenty minutes the battle was still raging, Valera was counting seconds until finally at forty three minutes of continuous gun fire it all went quite. He could hear steps coming from the dark corner of the room, someone was going down the steps to the basement, the door opened with a bang.

Near Eastern Autonomous Republic, Aden, two months earlier

The port city of Aden was bursting with life as the sun was going down over its harbor. The city was the base not only the main base of the Russian Federation Navy in the Near East (read Middle East) but also a city of booming economic growth that rushed in as the region was began to trade with all other parts of the massive, far-reaching nation. The narrow streets of the downtown were filled with cars and people, it was alive with an array of sounds raging from the deem sounds of "Farewell of Slavyanka" hymn coming from the military section of the port, to a call to evening prayer that could be heard for miles coming from the citie's massive Islamic temple. In the midst of all of this two men were seating on the balcony of a two-floor cafe in the near center of the city. One was middle-aged, wearing a business suit and dark sunglasses as he was leaning forward against the table as he was talking.

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"...так что вы теперь понимаете какая сила стоит за мной. Я очень уважаю людей с вашими уникальными талантами поэтому я и решил лично с вами встретиться..."
...so now you understand what power is behind me. I very much respect people with your unique talents so I have decided to meet you in person...

His tone was calm and well punctuated, he had the appearance of over educated Voronej elite. The other man was the complete opposite, smoking a cigar and holding a beer in his left hand he was leaning back in his plastic chair and listening without any particular show of interest.He was dressed in a casual suit, his deep tan suggested that he spent quite some time in the region, he was old, too old, in his eyes could be seen more suffering then a lifetime should hold. He listened with a blank stare. Once the other man was done he murmured something in a deep voice of a long time smoker.

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"Так значит мальчик жив...."
So the boy is alive...

"Да он жив и он работает на меня, тринадцатый брат, хех очень символично. В моих интересах воссоединить вашу семью, так примете ли вы моё придложение?"
Yes alive and working for me, thirteenth brother, heh very symbolic. In my interests is to reunite the family, so will you accept my offer?

The old man snapped out of his daydream, his eyes cleared. He spoke slowly, confident in every word.

"Нет, нет неприму, я стар для этого да и Родину предовать несобираюсь. Я как понимаю ты был готов и к этому? Кто то смотрит на мой затылок в прицел?"
No, no I won't, I'm too old for this and also do not intend to betray the Motherland. As I understand you were ready for this? Someone is watching the back of my head through a sniper scope?

The man with shades grinned.

"Вы правы, но я надеюсь до этого не дойдёт."
You are correct, but I hope it won't come to this.

"Уже дошло."
It already came to this.

The old man got out his cellphone and opened it up. He pressed the call button and the ground shook, the 3rd floor of the building standing opposite to the cafe erupted with an explosion, windows in the vicinity shattered, a short stream of flames flew out into the air. The man with shades jumped under the table covering his head, the old man wasn't bothered as people were screaming, some running away, some looking in shock at the burning resident hall. The old man put the beer down, stood up from his chair and with a strong hand pulled the other from under the table by the business suit.

"Надо прогуляться."
We need to have a walk.

He said as he started pushing the man towards the exit from the balcony, no one noticed it as the old man shoved the other into the bathroom and slammed him against the wall.

"Не беспокойся, снайпера твоего этот взрыв точно убил, а нащёт того грузовика в котором его подмога сидела я их расстрелял перед тем как сюда пришёл. Не кто тебе не поможет кроме тебя самого. Говори где мальчишка, и говори быстро а то я разозлюсь и ты отсюда невыйдешь!"
Don't worry, I made sure that your sniper died in that explosion, and about that van that his back up was sitting in, I shot em up before I even came here. No one will help you except yourself. Tell me where the boy is, and talk quick or I will get angry and you will never leave this place!

"Ладно, ладно скажу, но не убивай меня!"
Alright, alright I will talk, but don't kill me!

"Отлично, я слушаю...."
Great, I am listening...

Somewhere in Kamchatka

The door was open for about a minute, whoever walked through it from above took his time to look the room over before proceeding. Valera couldn't see anything in that corner of the room, the only light source, an overhead lamp, was pointing at the top of his head.

"Есть кто живой?"
Anyone alive?

Valera heard as he kept drilling the darkness with his gaze. The voice sounded familiar, something from the past long gone, from a simpler time, before all the blood...from the childhood.

"Я...жив..."
I am...alive.

Valera said under his breath, only now he realized how dry his throat was. A figure emerged out of the darkness holding a pistol, with a AD-142 rifle on its back, wearing some sort of combat gear similar to Valera's usual combat suit yet different, no helmet was present and there was an HUD pressed against the left eye as if an eyepatch. The figure stepped into the light, an old man with eyes of a predator. Valera's pupils widened.

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"Не может....быть."
It can't...be.

He said before making a hard cough. What was going on was almost surreal, a coincidence like that was one in a billion if not more. The old man grinned.

"Да, я это сынок. Какого чёрта ты сюда попал...хех я тебя вродебы лучше этого учил."
Yes, its me son. How the hell did you end up here...heh I taught you better then this.

Valera tried to say something but the hard cough prevented him. The old man shook his head.

"Ладно, помолчи лучше, щас тебя освобожу, воды дам потом поговорим."
Alright, you better stay quiet, I'll free you, give you water, then we'll talk.

The old man did just that, he found the keys from the handcuffs on a desk in the corner of the room, after he cut Valera loose he pulled out a bottle of water from his sack and handed it to Valera. Valera chugged it and the pain in his throat went away, he was well enough to hold up a conversation.

"Эй, Старик, покурить есть?"
Hey, Starik, you got smokes?

The old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack, he handed one to Valera along with a lighter.

"Держи...так как ты здесь оказался?"
Take it...so how did you end up here?

Valera lit up the ciggarette and stretched out on the floor, all his joints hurting from hours of remaining in the same uncomfortable position on the chair. It didn't matter that the floor was cold and somewhat wet, it felt good.

"Долгая история, всё не раскажу, государственная тайна понимаешь, но вообщем вот так всё начелось...."
Long story, won't tell you everything, state secret you know, but basically it all started like this...

And he told him, he told him about the drop off in the middle of nowhere, about Semionovich and his men, about the battle, about how it all ended and of course about the bald man who came out of nowhere and managed to knock out Valera, a trained killer, in one hit. Then he heard about Valera's captor Starik's eyes wandered off as if in deep thought and he ran his fingers through his thick white mustache. Once Valera finished he spoke.

"Понятно, теперь дай я тебе раскажу зачем я здесь....."
Understood, now let me tell you why I am here...

Somewhere in Kamchatka

Starik finished and looked at the ground, Valera's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Не может быть...Алексей...это не мог быть Алексей, он мёртв...ты сам нам сказал, тогда, давно...как?"
It can't be...Aleksey...it could not be Aleksey, he is dead...you told us yourself, back then, a long time ago...how?

"Я не знаю, но этот человек, тот што приволок тебя сюда это был твой брат. "
I don't know, but that man, the one that brought you here, he was your brother.

"Тот кто тебе рассказал это...ты уверен что он неврал?"
The one who told you this...are you sure that he wasn't lying?

"Уверен, ему небыло смысла врать он хотел использовать Алексея штобы завербовать меня...и тебя как видно тоже..."
I am sure, he had no purpose for lying to me, he wanted to use Aleksey to recruit me...and as can see now you as well...

Starik gave Valera a sad grin and continued.

"В это так сложно поверить? Как ещё он мог тебя так легко обезоружить...я его учил не так долго как тебя и всех остальных но всё равно, другому бы ты так легко недался....Давай вставай, пора выбераться отсюда."
Is it so hard to believe? How else could he disarm you so easily...I didn't teach him as long as you and others but still, you wouldn't have lost so easily to anyone else...Go ahead, get up, time to get out of here.

Valera got up as Starik started moving towards the door. Moments later they were outside, it was mid-day but there was no sun, the grey clouds covered the sky and did not let any sunlight pass through, Valera looked around. Surrounding him were a few small hangars and two big ones, it was an abandoned military airfield, rusted corpses of Migs and Mi-24s were scattered everywhere, a 2 meter high fence surrounded the whole complex. Where was no sign of anyone although by the numerous sounds of gunfire Valera heard earlier his captor was not alone. He turned to Starik.

"А куда все делис то?"
Where did everyone disappear?

Starik pointed his finger to a pile of rubble to the southwest.

"Что то произошло, они выдвенулись внезапно, я видел как вертолёты начали взлетать....тех кого оставили я положил, всего шесть человек."
Something happened, they moved out spontaneously, I saw how helicopters started taking off...those that were left behind I killed, only six men.

"Бля...мне повезло, если бы ты не пошёл искать Алексея и неузнал об этой базе, я бы был тпуп."
Fuck...I am lucky, if you didn't go searching for Aleksey and didn't find out about this base, I'd be a corpse.

"Бывает...судьба вещь сложная."
Shit happens...fate is a complex thing.

"Согласен."
I agree.

They walked outside the complex through a large hole in the fence, a minute later they found the remains of a road, patches of grass were growing through the asphalt, no one used the road in yearsб they started walking along it. They walked quietly for the next half hour until they reached a crossroad. Starik stopped sharply and handed Valera his pistol.

"На, держи, здесь мы расходимся...тебе надо найти базу 'Скалы' так што иди направо, она там, тебя заметят. Я пойду налево."
Here, take this, this is where we part ways...you need to find the base of 'Skala' so go right, its there, they'll spot you. I will go left.

"Ты будешь искать Алексея?"
You will keep searching for Aleksey?

"Да."
Yes.

"И што ты зделаешь когда найдёшь?"
And what will you do when you find him?

Starik spit on the ground and looked to the side before replying.

"Незнаю...я стар...я хочу завизать все концы, хочу исправить ошибки."
I don't know...I am old...I want to tie up all the loose ends, I want to fix my mistakes.

"Он не твоя ошибка, ты невиноват в том што с ним случилось."
He is not your mistake, you are not responsible in what happened.

Valera persisted, Starik took a deep breath.

"Он мой сын, и он в говне я обязан ему помочь."
He is my son, and he is in deep shit I am obligated to help him.

"Я видел его, он сам выбрал этот путь. Если ты хочешь это закончить ты должен быть готов его убить."
I saw him, he chose this path himself. If you want to end this you must be ready to kill him.

"Убить? Моего сына? Твоего брата?"
Kill? My son? Your brother?

"Мы все изминились отец...мы не те што бали тогда, до всего этого, до всей этой крови."
We all changed father...we are not the same as we were back then, before all this, before all this blood.

"Я знаю лучше тебя, всю свою жизнь я убивал, ради страны, ради долга. А потом я понял што эта жизнь, моя, а немоего государства. Потом мне дали вас всех, я вырастил вас, научил вас убивать...я нехотел этого, но у меня небыло выбора, та сила што владела мной все те годы владеет и вами и поэтому я должен был вас научить как жить в этом проклятом мире, том который большенство никогда невидит. И все равно я пытался быть вашим отцом а непросто конструктором создающим из вас машины убийства. И знаешь, то было единственное время в моей жизни которое понастоящему имело смысл. Те сотни што я убил и потерял всё ещё приходят ко мне во снах, нет имён, только лица, они судят меня но я могу сказать им что я зделал хоть одну вещь в своей жизни которая была достойна моей человечности, я вырастил вас. А ты Валера? Что ты скажешь мёртвым когда они начнут приходить тебе во снах? Когда ты начнёшь жить свою жизнь?"
I know this better than you, all my life I killed, for the country, for the duty. And then I understood that this life, is mine, and does not belong to my government. Then I was given you all, I raised you, taught you to kill...I did not want this, but I had no choice, the power that owned me all those years owns you as well and thats why I had to teach you how to survive in this cursed world, the one that most don't see. And still I tried being your father and not just a constructor making killing machines out of you. And you know, that was the only time in my life that really had meaning. Those hundreds that I killed and lost still come to me in my dreams, no names, only faces, they judge me but I can say to them that I did atleast one thing in my life that was worthy of my humanity, I raised you. And you Valera? What will you tell the dead then they start coming to you in your dreams? When will you start living your own life?

Valera noticeably shook, before his eyes he saw the same nightmare he saw every night, the sound of the helicopter propeller, the ground hundreds of meters below him, the sun to his left, and another sun and a mushroom cloud rising far away. Unspoken cries of thousands ringing in his years...Afghanistan, his first sin. He didn't say anything else to Starik, just took the gun and started walking on the road, he did not look back, the old man was right but that didn't matter, not now, not while he had a mission.

He walked for another forty minutes looking at his feet, finally he looked up, at the side of the road was a crumbling billboard, only a corner of it remained, Valera read the phrase written on the piece of paper still stuck to that corner.

'Рай на земле'
Heaven on earth

Valera smiled sadly and continued walking.

-----END OF CHAPTER ONE-----

ГЛАВА ВТОРАЯ - Грехи Сынов Наших

CHAPTER TWO - Sins of Our Sons

Somewhere in Kamchatka

"Ты Котовцев слышал? Эй Валера давай двигаем быстрее а то они там всех порешат. Нам даже пострелять не дадут."
Did you hear the Cots? Hey Valera lets move faster or they'll kill everyone. We won't even be able to shoot anyone.

Valera didn't respond, it was his first mission and he intended to see it through. The twelve man squad was moving quickly through the Afghanie hills. The Cottish special forces squad that was sent in support just engaged the enemy, the shots could be heard from a nearby valley. But Valera knew that the Cots were only a decoy, this Afghanie rebellion was meant to die before it had a chance to grow and it was his squad, Otriad 7, that carried the right tool for the job. A single nuclear warhead was just the right medicine for this particular illness.

Suddenly the scenery changed, Valera and his squad were now near the caves. Underground network that span several kilometers, those caves were filled with life. All those in Afghanistan who chose to pick up a rifle against the Union of Communist Republics and their families hid within caves like this one and used them as staging points for their raids on Pushkan military outposts. But this cave was different, somewhere within it, it housed the match that was supposed to light the powderkeg, one charismatic man who for whatever reason was devoted to this fight fully and everyone else followed him in his devotion. The Cots created a sufficient distraction, all the guards that were meant to spot anyone that approached the caves were moved out to face the Cottish special forces only a few remained and they didn't survive being spotted first by Valera's squad. Valera looked at their faces, he didn't think of it much then but their gaze has buried itself into his memory forever.

The scenery changed yet again, this time Valera was already walking on the slippery floor of the caves. After a short firefight with the Mujahadeen who attempted to set up an ambush at the end of the main corridor Valera and his men were now passing residential quarters of the caves. People woken up by sounds of gunfire arose from the many blankets scattered around the floor and stuck to the walls of a big, dark cave with a single dim electric light hanging from the ceiling. Valera's squad slowly made its way through the middle, catching the angry and scared stares of women and children that seemed frozen in their place as they looked upon the well armored men and the strange case they carried. Valera couldn't help but to look at the children and their mothers, but at the moment he felt nothing, all that had meaning was his mission.

A spy planted amidst the Mujahadeen has scouted out the caves months earlier, based on the analysis of the information he delivered a single point in the caves was chosen that would ensure that the nuclear explosion would collapse most of the cave network and would make it completely uninhabitable due to radiation. There was very cold logic to Voronej's orders, simply ordering an airstrike would give their target an opportunity to escape as all the airfields in the area were being watched by Mujahadeen agents posing as civilians, sending in the army would create too much mess, nobody liked to see corpses of women and children on the news. But the use of a nuclear weapon gave an opportunity to finish it off clean, all the rebels vaporized and as far as the world was concerned they were vaporized by a nuclear weapon that they themselves hijacked weeks earlier.

The images started moving faster, Valera was now back on the helicopter being taken away from this God forsaken place. Everyone was quiet, the bomb was delivered, the timer was set. The Cots took off a few minutes earlier after Valera gave them the go ahead to disengage. He looked outside the cargobay window, he could feel his heartbeat and then...a flash of purest white followed by a loud sound of an approaching wave as the ground shook and the mushroom cloud rose into the skies. Valera watched without flinching and then....

....they came, no names, just faces, all those men, women and children that died during that mission and all those that died during the many missions that followed. They were staring at him, they didn't say a word but somehow Valera understood what they were asking with their glare. And he did not have an answer, the words about duty and honor got stuck in his throat as his victims calmly looked upon him.

Suddenly a voice from the real world broke his nightmare.

"Эй как там тебя, Валера да? Просыпайся уже подьезжаем."
Hey, whats your name, Valera right? Wake up, we're almost there.

Valera slowly opened his eyes and looked around, he wiped the sweat off of his forehead and got up. He was riding in the back of an old military truck that was shaking violently side to side as it made its way through the muddy rode seemed recently destroyed by rain. Memories of what happened to him since he and Starik parted ways after his rescue came back quickly. He walked in the direction of the "Skala" base and was picked up by a transport truck taking a recon unit back home from a patrol. He surrendered himself willingly to catch a ride to the base. He rubbed his eyes and looked around once more, a large man with a priest like beard was grinning at him. Valera was about to start feeling uncomfortable.

"Есть проблемы?"
You have a problem?

The large man grinned even more.

"У меня? У меня проблем нет, у тебя возможно есть но нащёт этого мы потом разберёмся. Хотел тебе коечто показать. Вон смотри."
Me? I don't have any problems, you may have some but we'll figure that out later. I wanted to show you something. Here, look.

Valera remembered, the man was called "Petuh" (Rooster), he was pointing to the right side of the truck, Valera took a look. He saw a small, run down village house, that seemed like it was about to fall apart which put it in contrast to the full grown garden that was growing to both sides of it. "Petuh" let out a chuckle and started yelling an the house.

"Хей народ!!! Скоро к вам заеду!!!"
Hey people!!! I will stop by soon!!!

And than he turned back to Valera.

"Там студенты живут."
Students live there.

Valera pretended to be puzzled.

"Какие студенты?"
What students?

"Университетские, услышали што у нас здесь беззаконье, по интернету сговорились и приехали. Тут Пушкинские есть и Котландцы и Неротикцы. Хотят тут построить локальную ютопию на любви и мире."
From a university, they heard that we don't have any laws here, found each other on the internet and came here. We got some from Pushka, Cotland, and Nerotika. They want to build here a localized utopia based on love and peace.

"И получается?"
And is it working?

"Пока да, так как мы помогаем. У нас здесь бартер, у них бухло, трава и бабы у нас патроны и еда."
So far yes, because we're helping them. We have a barter here, they have booze, weed and women, we have bullets and food.

"И зачем ты мне это говоришь?"
And why are you telling me this?

"Да так, если ты окажешься человек хороший то я тебя сюда свожу познакомлю."
Well, if you turn out to be a good guy than I'll bring you here and introduce you to everyone.

"Sokol" (Hawk), the leader of the squad interrupted the soulful conversation.

"Петух заткнись, с заключёнными так себя невидут."
Petuh, shut up, you're not supposed to act like that infront of a prisoner.

"Sokol" stopped for a moment and continued in a joking tone of voice.

"Плюс теперь он будет думать што мы здесь все такие же животные как ты, дабы водка да бабьё а на всё остальное насрать. Кроме тебя здесь есть ещё интелегентные люди, так што молчи, непорти мне настроение."
Plus now he'll be thinking that all of us here are animals like you, all you need is vodka and bitches and you shit on everything else. Aside from you there are intelligent people here. Don't ruin my mood.

"Petuh" straightened out.
"Так точно товарищь лейтенант."
Yes sir comrade leutenant.

"Так лучше...ладно почти приехали уже."
Thats better...alright, we're almost there.

The truck went silent once again, Valera kept looking to the side, this mission has just begun for him and already it went to hell.