Shenanigans

Dilly

My country marinated in the aftermath of WWII's fiasco and although my people were able to crawl out of their suffocating pecuniary situation and bask within the pride of their victory against the germans they were oblivious as to what awaited them within the blistering colds of Russia.

My eyes shot up, meeting the most unpleasant eyes a man could ever posses. The eye contact was something to endure, and I am certain the feeling was mutual. Andrei's glare was sharp but unpeculiar; He wore the set as if he grabbed them off the coat rack every morning. Only visualizing the lined streaks that he's so molded upon his features brought rankle upon me and for how little you could see his mug, it surely was not a sight for sore eyes. Viktor and Runik roared with laughter, their lips drawn back into open smiles, and their watered eyes squeezed shut from the painful pit that formed within themselves. The table shook from their striking fists, and beer seeped from their wooden mugs.