Viper 1-1, on standby.

43: Lust

Look! There is a doggie! - Vlad "Krankzinnig mens" Polina

Vlad PoV:

The tiny bug was floating in the air, bobbing back and forth from the spider web it was trapped in. I was lost in the interestingness of it, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. A big man then ran inside, surprisingly, not accompanied by his large gun. That's peculiar.

Botros: "Polina!"

"Да?"

"Еда готова, все остальные ждут тебя, приходи, друг мой." He told me. I got up from the floor and followed the big man out of the room, and he led me to a large table, at it was Alena Julia, a beautiful white woman who was in cahoots with El Mæṣtròm, my boss, and then there was Aleksander Tooele, our cleaner. Did he own a mop? Did he use the mop? Who knows. I sat down next to Tooele, one of my good friends.

"Hello, Alek." I greeted Tooele.

Tooele: "Hey Vlad. How is your day going?"

"Is good." I did not fully understand the English language yet, and I felt that I had messed up.

Tooele: "Vlad, you don't say 'Is good.' You say 'I am doing good.' Okay?"

"Understood," I replied. Botros came with food and laid our plates in front of us, Philadelphia cheesesteaks. Nice.

We ate and spoke about the recent actions which we had perpetrated against governments. I found it very mean what we were doing, but due to it being my main source of income for supporting my coma-ridden father, I couldn't leave. I disagreed with everything we did, but couldn't bring myself to go against it.

Polina, Jij verdomde lafaard.

Once we had all finished our food, I left for the lounge, where I sat on the couch, and spent a good amount of time there.

I must've blacked out because when I woke up it had become night and Tooele was sitting next to me playing video games on the WII-U... We-you? Whatever it was.

Tooele: "Good evening, Polina."

"Wat is er gebeurd?" I asked him as I rubbed my temples. Must've gotten a headache while I was sleeping. I wish that Blackmore had been here. She would've helped me with it.

Tooele: "You know the chick you like? Westolia?"

"Rot op!" I remarked.

Tooele: "Not pullin' at you man, just saying you know how she left this morn'?" I nodded. "Yeah. 'Parrently we lost contact and our comms are fucked."

"Well, shit," I muttered. I garnered enough strength to get up. I watched as Tooele played a pirated Mario Kart 8 which he had bought. After the race finished, he ended in 9th place against the bots. I stifled a chuckle.

"Can I use the television?"

Tooele: "I- Sure man, go ahead. Im'ma going to work." He said as he left. I focused on the door as it closed, listening closely for a squeak that never came. I turned on the television and let the sounds drown out my thoughts. I then heard something squeak, so I instinctively turned my head to the door, which was still closed.

De fuck?

I waved it off as my brain was paranoid and making random sounds, which it did decently often. I then felt an arm come across my neck as my mouth was held shut as a cockney accent sounded in a whisper.

???: “Hey… Calm down, alright?” I struggled against the arm to no avail, as I was too weak to lift it. I felt cold circular metal come to the side of my head. The hand came off my mouth as I began silently praying to God. I didn't notice it, but I had been holding my breath.