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Second tried to get untied. Stopping and sighed heavily. He was in a dark stone room. He had a cut on his face, still bleeding. He was tired. He had been awake for 2 days straight. He kept hearing gunshots even thought he knew he was isolated underground. He knew that he couldn't just fall asleep. He had seen too much to sleep so calmly.
Just 4 days ago, he was at a party, he knew he was invited to only because the host was being nice. He couldn't even remember who the host was.
He was so very tired. His breathing was loud, heavy, and unstable. His mind was the same. He coughed up nothing because his mouth was dry. Agony. Just as he was about to drift off into his illusions, when he heard foot steps. Of multiple people.
Just then, the door on the opposite side of the room, opened.
Two masked people walked in. There was someone behind them. Second couldn't see who, but they were wearing something that used to be white. Maybe with gold, but it was gone now. The two pushed the person behind them, infront of them
"DRUHÝ DONF SI JE POSLECHNĚTE, PROSÍM PRO MĚ!!" Yelled a battered Austro-Hungarian.
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German Empire and Austro-hungary
Hayran Kurguthis has no historical accuracy at all, I add on to it when im board. So dont expect any consistency either aaa Anyways this has horrible grammar in it, sorry for that
