Stay, I Pray You

Part 5

*Time skip six days*

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Gleb stepped off the train a little over six days since he got on it. He was glad he was finally off that stuffy train from the old days of Russia. He needed to head to the prison to get the con men. His orders were to execute them both for crimes against Russia, but they wanted it done here.

The Communist Party headquarters in this small town were severely lacking. Gleb thought it was good that he was not there just to execute them, but to inspect how efficient the headquarters were.

He saw that the offices were tiny and that there were two ranking officers one. He also saw that the courtyard for executions was extremely dirty and overgrown.

The con men were brought out blindfolded, along with a four man firing squad. Gleb left the courtyard as soon as the men were lined up in front of the two criminals. From the office he was in he heard gunshots, and then footsteps, and the job was done.

Gleb finished up his inspections before getting on the phone with his superior, Gorlinsky. "The job is done." He said to the phone.

"Good. Come home, comrade." Replied the voice of his superior. The phone line went dead, and Gleb headed back to the train station to get on his train.

***

Dimitri ran, with Vlad trying to keep up with him. "Dimitri." He cried, "Stop. I can't go any farther" They had been running for around two hours, away from that firing squad. After the little street sweeper warned them, they packed up and started running towards the Polish border.

As they stopped off the side of the road, Dimitri winced as he moved his right arm. Vlad walked over to him, and pulled on the blood-stained fabric on his shoulder. "Dimitri. Why didn't you tell me you got shot?" He said while examining the bullet wound.

Dimitri shrugged, then his face contorted in pain. "It wasn't that bad." They stood up, and started walking again.

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Anya's train stopped in a station it wasn't supposed to stop in. She looked around, frightened, but didn't see anyone other than those who had been in her car since she got on the train.

There was a shadow approaching on the other side of the door, and then it opened. Gleb, in a Bolshevik uniform, stepped in. She could tell that he tried to keep his face blank when he saw her, but she could see confusion and betrayal in his eyes.

She froze as he pointed his gun at her. "Everyone out of the car or she dies." He said, trying not to show emotion at the end of his sentence. The people in the car stood up and filed out of the car.

Before the last person could leave, he grabbed the man's arm and said "Go to the other cars. Tell them to leave. Bolshevik orders. The train must be evacuated." The man nodded, frightened of him, before fleeing to the other cars.

Gleb lowered the gun partway, before raising it back up towards her head and walking near her. "Anya, why?" His voice cracked saying her name. "How could you deceive me?"

Anya sat there, shocked at what he said. "Gleb," she tried to start, but stopped at the look he shot her. He stepped out of the car, and she could hear the door lock.

A few minutes after he left, the train started moving. Gleb returned to the car, still aiming his gun at her. "We are returning to Russia. You are not going to speak to me." He said, sounding like a soldier, not the Gleb she knew.