The sun's starting to set. We must've been running for over an hour.
My entire body aches and yells at me to stop. My muscles and joints burned despite whatever adrenaline remains fighting to numb my body.
I turn to look back at Boris. His face and clothes are drenched in sweat despite the cold, early winter air giving a cooling chill as we run through it.
The planes must've stopped bombing some time ago. I haven't heard a single explosion in quite a while. Although gunshots and bodies are still pretty frequent, despite us not seeing a single person that could've shot them.
As we pass a burnt down car, a voice calls out from behind us, "Остановите, пожалуйста! У нас есть жилье и вода!"
I come to a stop, grateful for a reason to finally stop running. I nearly collapse to the ground, but my instincts tell me that it's still not safe.
Boris stops a moment to catch his breath and begins slowly limping over to the person who called out to us. A woman looking to be in maybe only her early 20's with long dyed green hair and a Mosin rifle in her hands.
As we draw closer, I discreetly pretend to clutch my stomach, instead subtly grabbing the Makarov pistol in my jacket pocket.
Finally, a resting spot.
As the adrenaline leaves my body, I ease my tightened grip on the Makarov. The woman does one last check outside to make sure that it was just us two, then closes the door behind her as Boris and I hobble inside.
She whistles to get our attention and hands us two water bottles before looking up to see our faces, "Черт возьми, вы оба выглядите чертовски потными. У нас есть еще воды, если она вам двоим понадобится."
I nod my head and Boris offers his gratitude, "Большое спасибо, мэм."
She laughs, "Мэм? Я не мэм. Вы двое можете звать меня Anastasia."
He nods and continues to limp over to a corner in the room behind a desk. I race over and slide in the crevice first, giving him a playful grin as I do so.
I hold out my arms to him and give him an expectant look as the wave of exhaustion washes over me. He rolls his eyes with a smile and settles in next to me, with my arms around his shoulders and his head resting on my chest.
He turns his face up to mine and whispers into my ear, with a simply satisfied smile, "Эй, Avery, я чувствую твое сердцебиение."
The sentence makes me blush and smile uncontrollably. Turning my head to the wall so he doesn't see my red face, and simply placing my hand over his head protectively as the exhaustion from running begins to settle as if it was always meant to be here.
Always meant to be here.
Boris shuffles himself around to get a bit more comfortable. I slide my hand from his head down to his neck and feel for a pulse.
His heartbeat is extremely strong and fast, it makes sense after all, we were just running for an hour after nearly getting bombed to pieces.
I lean my head down and get as close to him as I can and whisper, "Эй, Boris, я тоже чувствую твое сердцебиение."
He buries his head into my chest and wraps his arm around me while covering his face with the other. I lightly place my hand over his head and softly run my fingers through his hair absentmindedly with a smile.
It isn't long before his breathing settles into his normal sleeping pattern. I'd gotten all too familiar with it when we spent months together cramped in buildings and trenches and in the cold winter during the war.
Doing a once-over final check to make sure that we're gonna be as comfortable as possible on the hard linoleum floor, and that Boris's heart is still beating, I succumb to the exhaustion of my own fatigue.
Goodnight Boris.
Sweet dreams.
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Battle of Monetsk (RU dialogue)
Action(ENGLISH TRANSLATED VERSION COMING WHEN IT'S DONE FOR NOW JUST USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE) The blockade was put up only three days ago. Now people are being executed by the hundreds every minute. Almost everyone has tried to leave and disappear before the...
