KATYA PETROV'S P.O.V
I watched Mama set up the table for breakfast. I started to think about the men walking by Rafa's window with guns. What were they doing? I was feeling a bit anxious so I told them I had to go and left. I stared at the men as I walked by. Then, I looked back for the last time and saw them holding up their guns to the door. That is when I started to run. I haven't seen Rafa since yesterday.
"Mama, someone had a gun and they were at Rafa's door." I blurted. Mama looked back at me in shock. "Stay here." She ordered, then left to find Papa. I heard them talking from the bedroom. "Rafa and her family could be dead!" Papa cried out, and then Mama interrupted. "They might come for us next!"
I think what they were saying earlier was silly. It was just a man with a gun, he might be there to help them. Or maybe what Rafa was saying about the war was true. But I wouldn't know. She apologized for telling lies.
"Mama, can I go to the park?" I remember asking. "When it's all over sweetie."
"When what's over?"
AGRAFENA SMIRNOV'S P.O.V
I called my Mother. "Mom? You there?" I asked, listening for a response. "The man is arriving to get Katya at eleven thirty on the day the bombs land." My Mother replied, voice full of worry. She stuttered a bit just like I was. "We are almost finished the path to the school for Katya to attend." My Mother said, changing the conversation. I looked over at Katya who was watching TV. "She'll love it," I mumbled. Poor Katya might not even survive to see her Grandmother! It is certainly a dangerous journey. Me and the Guide figured it out through a phone call.
"So you'll take her to the forest, introduce yourself along the way, explain what is happening, then get onto a boat in the river..." I started memorizing what I remember he said. "Then you'll take her across the river to a more dangerous area where you'll reach warzone and have to sneak through to the countryside. Finally, you're there." I said. I could hear the Guide sigh on the other end. "It's much worse than that, my dear. Katya will face impossible challenges for her to complete in a short amount of time to survive - she'll need training."
I ended the call and looked at Katya. "Fine. Let's go to the park." I forced a smile and grabbed my coat, mittens, scarf, and boots. After I was ready I bent down to help Katya zip up her jacket. I looked her in the eyes and forced another smile, this time a bit weaker. "Stay quiet the whole time and don't draw attention to yourself. If we have to, we will go. Do I have a promise?" I stared at her. "Yes, Mama."
KATYA PETROV'S P.O.V
I was so excited! Mama gave me all these rules that I didn't really listen to. I hope they weren't important like if you are good you get chocolate or something. Anyways, as soon as we got there, I ran straight to the slide! I screeched as I slid down and then looked at Mama, with a look of disappointment and worry in her eyes. She picked me up and together we hid under the play structure. "What did I tell you?! I can't trust you." She then put me back up on the slide and put her finger over her lips and whispered shh.
I looked down at the bottom of the slide. Things were so much easier before Winter Break. Then I got up, walked to the swings and motioned for Mama to help me on. That is when we heard gunshots and I blacked out or something because I remember nothing after that.
I woke up in a field with my Mama next to me, looking kind of dead. Then she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I had to find us a place to hide, don't worry." I could barely see her face because it was midnight. I breathed heavily and watched my breath fog up my glasses. Slowly I started to recognize this field as the soccer field next to the playground and I calmed down a bit. Mama still stared at me and stayed quiet. What was going on? Mama picked me up and stood. "Fall asleep, my Katya," she whispered. Before she even started walking, I did.
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Six Days || WW3 Story of Katya Petrov
Fiction HistoriqueJANUARY 1ST, 1954 | NARRATOR'S P.O.V To celebrate New Years Day, Katya and her parents stayed in their warm home located in Moscow, Russia. They danced and listened to the radio, even did some karaoke. Katya played the piano for her Father, Fedyenka...