Nuclear Russians (Slow/Random Updates)

Answers and Apologies

**Authors Note**

<Speakers or radio>

"Speaking (in English)"
Or
"Speaking (Not in English)"
["Translation (in English)"]

\\"Thoughts"\\

{Location}

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**Damn, I really procrastinated on this one. Finally got myself to write this on Easter weekend so now I can get back in the groove of things. Also, from now on I'm going to call the Northern Parliament as the North Union since it's shorter and less annoying to write. But yeah just a little change.

Enjoy the chapter.**

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{Gun Range}

BANG BANG

BANG BANG

Gunfire was filling the range, with non-stop noise and bullet casings pouring onto the floor. Y/N was standing in the puddle of used ammunition, continuously propelling bullets across the range.

The moment his gun went click, he immediately pulled out the empty mag and replaced it with a new one at breakneck speeds. His mind was completely blank through all this that he ignored the click-clack sound coming from the hallway. The only thing he could focus on was picturing Hanz's face on the target. He wanted to break the man's neck and hang him in public to show what a monster he was. But the more he thought about this, the more he questioned who the real monster was. Hanz, or himself?

The only thing that broke him out of his daze was when he reloaded his PMM and spammed the trigger, only producing a clicking noise. He pulled the mag out and saw that it was empty, meaning that he used all his ammunition and subconsciously reloaded, picking up the closest mag. He sighed and pressed the button to recall the target on the suspended track. All that was left was the upper section of the head still clipped to the track. The rest of it was sitting at the end of the range where a decent sized crater was dug into the concrete wall.

Y/N: "Fuck...That is definetly coming out of my paycheck."

Someone cleared their throat, calling Y/N's attention to the door. Standing there was Friedrich. Tall and elegant as she was, she had a look of shock, fear, and concern. Y/N didn't take notice of her composure due to the many thoughts in his head.

Y/N: "Come to yell at me for humiliating your home country?"

Friedrich didn't answer and merely stood there. She didn't know what to say but she wanted to speak. Y/N sighed and went to the weapons rack. He disassembled his gun to check for wear and tear on its components. He did abuse it intensely just a few moments ago.

Y/N: "Look, I don't care if you hate me for what I did or for this new revelation, but he had it coming. He was an ass, and he deserved more than just a scare. Well...to my standards, at least."

She again didn't respond, instead closing the door and walking towards him. He had his back turned but could guess how far away she was by the sound of her high heels.

Before she got close enough, he told her to stop. Her footsteps ceased, and they now sat in silence. He put down what he was holding and planted his palms on the workbench.

Y/N: "I know you all see me as a monster and...you're right. I am. I can kill and torture people in thousands of painful ways...and I...I would enjoy it. I do enjoy it like nothing else. It's the only thing I'm good at. Killing is my specialty and I have no way to hide it. It's practically a religion to me and I am proud of it, which in fact disgusts me. And I know that it's wrong but I just can't help it. It's...it's..."