Comrades of The North: Party All Night

The Great Wilderness

All of us had agreed to throw this little party a few days from now, and with nothing more to do all of us decided to head outside. Almost everywhere you can see has at least a thin layer of snow covering it, from the streets to the roofs of buildings to even windowsills. The ground is layered with cobblestone partially because a smooth ground would provide many opportunities for ice to form and make us slip up and injure ourselves, and even then everyone's shoes had tiny little spikes on the bottoms, providing us with even more traction than normal while at the same time they looked just like normal shoes from even a short distance. Initially Rossi and Gangut decided to lead the group around, and then halfway in I was put up front with Chapayev and Avrora. I swear I could hear Gangut chuckling behind me as Chapayev and Avrora both put their arms around me as they led us around, finally stopping outside of a restaurant.

"Who's hungry? I know I am." Chapayev asks, and we all nod in agreement as we head in. The hostess looks forth with surprise as she seems to recognize me and the other girls.

"The soviet navy? Here?!" The hostess asks in surprise. "What brings you here mighty komandir?"

"The girls were literally just leading me around and we decided to stop here as it was the closest place." I chuckle. "Please, try not to stress yourselves out too much, we just ask for a nice lunch to warm us all up."

"Of course." The hostess says, her voice noticeably calmer, but she is still somewhat shaky as she leads us to a large table. She hands Rossi the menus so everyone can look them over, but when she goes to leave she trips over her own two feet and I quickly react, catching her and breaking her fall.

"Gotcha!" I say as I help the hostess get back on her feet.

"Thank you!" The hostess replies as she walks off and I take my seat.

"That was some quick thinking there." Tashkent chuckles.

"Wouldn't have survived my battles without it." I chuckle back as I look over the menu. "Seems like they're going back to old roots and doing a soviet style full course."

"This should be interesting." Rossi says as everyone picks out what they want, and the hostess comes over with a notepad. For the most part we picked out group meals to make it easier on the cooks, and we all decided to get kvass as a drink, saving the vodka for when we would throw our big party. Once the hostess makes sure everyone's orders are clear she quickly rushes off to see the cooks.

"Do try your best, the soviet navy is here and we don't want to make a bad impression!" I can hear the hostess say, and I can't help but chuckle.

"I told her that she didn't have to be so stressed out about this..." I mumble lightheartedly.

"Well, we were the only ones that stood up against the sirens, and then we managed to make peace with them, it wouldn't be wrong for us to be called heroes." Gangut replies. "I'm proud of that and all but yeah, I definitely get what you're saying comrade." She then chuckles awkwardly as she and the others hear crashing noises coming from the kitchen.

"Blyat!" I can hear one of the cooks shout. "That was the komandir's soup! Now we have to remake it!"

"Oh brother..." I mumble. "I wonder what's going on in that kitchen?"

"Not sure if we want to know." Rossi says, awkwardly scratching the back of her head.

"Wait that wasn't supposed to go in there!" Another cook shouts. "Oh well, maybe that'll make it taste better."

"You idiot! What did you do to the pirozhki?!" Yet another cook shouts. Finally after a few minutes a waiter walks out with a serving plate full of soup bowls.

"Some borscht for you two..." He says as he hands off the beet soup bowls to Gangut and Rossi. "Solyanka and Ukha..." He adds as he passes those off to Chapayev and Avrora respectively. "And shchi..." He finishes as he passes them off to me and Tashkent. "You two seem to eat light don't you?"

"I don't eat much. Tashkent on the other hand..." I chuckle as I playfully rub Tashkent's head and she retaliates by lightly punching me in the gut. "Oof!" She still hits me hard enough that I feel it and my face nearly ends up in my shchi. And with that the waiter walks off to get the second course out of the three that we ordered. "That was totally uncalled for Tashkent, you didn't need to hit me that hard." I chuckle some more, and Tashkent only giggles smugly in response. A waitress then walks over with our glasses of kvass, but it's very clear that she's under a lot of pressure because of the aura we seem to be giving off and quite possibly from the hostess making such a big deal about our arrival.

"Here is the kvass that you ordered." She nervously stutters out. She lowers the serving plate so everyone can get a glass, but as I begin to reach for mine Chapayev's arm accidentally brushes against the waitress, causing her to jolt and send the remaining glass flying! The drink splashes all over me much to everyone's shock, and Rossi and Gangut look at me worriedly.

"Komandir! Are you okay?!" Rossi asks.

"I'm so sorry! Did I do that?" Chapayev also asks worriedly.

"Imsosorrypleaseforgiveme!" The waitress blubbers out as she hastily rushes back into the kitchen.

"You cyka!" One of the cooks yells. "Now look at what you did!"

"That was totally uncalled for!" Another cook says. "Now apologize to her!" Once the whole ordeal is sorted out in the kitchen the waitress arrives with another glass of kvass and Avrora has just finished helping me wipe up the last of the kvass that was spilled on me.

"I'm gonna need a new uniform after this..." I chuckle to myself.