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Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 12:25

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Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 12:28

Igor woke up feeling very well-rested, very happy, and very stiff at the same time, as if he had slept for at least a full day, which was later confirmed by a glance at his phone clock – twenty-six hours of sleep. He couldn’t even imagine that he would be so drowsy, but apparently, the tense moments of the last few weeks and the move to a new place of residence had taken their toll. With noticeable difficulty overcoming the bliss, he threw off the blanket and assessed the luxuriously sized stain on his shorts, clearly indicating that he had dreamed of something pleasant. An attempt to remember the dreams caused his face to blush profusely, despite the fact that he had seen only extremely vague images, in which almost only Elizaveta Albertovna appeared, not very well dressed.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 20:00

Wiping the satisfied smile off his face, as if he'd slept with the real Elizaveta Albertovna rather than had a wet dream with her, the young man quickly cleaned up and changed his clothes, hiding the stains on his reputation deeper in the bowels of the wardrobe he'd been assigned. Dragging his bones into the shower, he was greeted by the sound of a grumbling coffee machine, slipping past the kitchen as quickly as possible, only issuing the standard, ‘Good morning.’ A contrasting shower, mostly cold, as some of the couple liked to bask in the hot water, having spent it all on themselves, washed away the remnants of sleep, bringing Igor to a fairly alert state. When he came into the kitchen already dressed and hungry, he was greeted by a mountain of primitive sandwiches, as there was nothing more substantial here, only what they had brought with them. Delivery was no longer working all over the city, and Elizaveta Albertovna had clearly not learnt to cook very diligently, if at all.

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:00

"A message had arrived from someone I knew." That was the news she'd given him when his hunger was satisfied and the standard morning conversation was over. "That artist didn't have a second home, but he had an ex-wife living just about the neighbourhood where you got your bomb response from. That's why I'm sure the poor woman was. They've already passed a decree, and by the end of the week, they'll start forcibly removing people. Even say they'll bring some Norwegians here to share their experience because they have their own anomaly, but it's smaller. Taking into account the political situation, we are facing a completely unprecedented level of co-operation between states. And we need to get out of here sooner, or we could be in trouble. Four, maybe five days. In that time, we need to kill the creature and get out of the city. I'll help you get settled in, don't worry about that."

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:03

Igor only nods, not even answering, because everything she said coincides with his own thoughts. He would have been the first to get out of here, even if he didn't care about the Step scale, which had filled up a little after the battle with the abris, but it was necessary to close the Step for Elizaveta Albertovna as well. An extra, fourth Vessel and general strengthening, strengthening of body, mind, and spirit, was too big a trump card. If everything works out, one can leave, joining the crowd of people fleeing from a fate worse than death. Surely many of the Exalted will be lost in this queue with them.

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:03

"Tonight, then?" He asked, calculating the distance to the target, and then, with a nod of approval, explained his thought more fully. "If it starts snowing again with a blizzard, and it seems to be starting already, the patrols won't see their fingers. You can't take a car, you'll have to walk, but it's about forty-five minutes if you go straight. If the weather's normal. In a blizzard, we can go much longer, but in any case, we need darkness to avoid being spotted."

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:48

"Yes, Igor, that's a sensible approach, and I share it. I propose to drink hot tea and fill thermoses, and I also propose to do it for you, boy, because you are closer to the kettle." As if waiting for the moment of this phrase, the light in the bulbs insidiously blinked and disappeared, and then the hum of the fridge, confirming that it was not the bulb burned out. "Yeah. Then, young man, take the kettle, as there's a gas cooker. And don't sigh so miserably, just help Aunt Lisa, be a good boy."

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:54

"Only if Aunt Lisa shows her big tits," Igor answered with a doomed grin, standing up and picking up the kettle, having managed to fill it with water before he realized what he'd just fucking said. "Uh-huh. I mean, that's not what I meant to say! I mean, I didn't mean to say it at all! Aunt Lisa, I mean Elizaveta Albertovna."

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 10:56

Turning around to face her, blushing and pale at the same time, he met her ironic and not even indignant, but a little mocking gaze, and realized that now he had been as stupid as he had been a couple of times before! And it just slipped out of his tongue, he didn't even realize what he had said. The woman sitting in front of him only shakes her head disapprovingly before unbuttoning her sweatshirt and pulling her tight beige T-shirt up in a single movement, exposing the very tits he had asked to see. Igor can't help himself as he stares at them, mesmerized, listening to the words of a slightly annoyed and indignant Aunt Lisa. That is, Elizaveta Albertovna, damn it. Listening, and at the same time starting to lazily jack off, knowing for sure that she couldn't see what he was doing anyway.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 10:58

"Did you get a look, my dear?" The rhetorical question doesn't require an answer, nor does the unintelligible phrase she said, but he nods involuntarily before she leisurely adjusts her clothes, hiding her exposed skin. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to finish with the thermoses, and afterwards we'll talk about how you'll apologize for your words."

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:05

On that note, she finished her coffee, got up, and left, leaving Igor to jerk off alone in the company of exceptionally panicky thoughts. He thought these thoughts intensely, even managing to take his hand away from his groin as he began pouring warm chamomile tea with honey into one thermos, and strong black tea with sugar into the second. He went into the living room, which was also Aunt Lisa's room, as if he were going to be executed, drooping his head and again trying to keep the tension down, because the hard-on he got from seeing the naked breasts of the woman he had dreamed about as a teenager was unbelievable. Fortunately, she couldn't see where his hands were, so he wouldn't be digging himself an even deeper hole.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:00

"I don't suppose we're going to pretend that nothing happened?" Again, a rhetorical question, though the unhurriedly and surreptitiously masturbating young man, straining to keep his face impassive, would have been perfectly happy to pretend he hadn't said anything. "Then I will choose your punishment. You're a grown man, and I'm not your mommy, so... You called my breasts tits, a vulgar and obscene word, though appropriate given the size of my bust. They're the ones you should be apologizing to. I think 20 minutes of gentle kissing on each breast is enough. Kiss them, but don't touch the nipples with your lips, kiss them like there's nothing else in the world."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:03

Burning with shame, and even more ashamed of how much he liked this perfectly ordinary and logical punishment, Igor sat on the knees of the woman seated in the chair. The position allows him to jerk off just as secretly and unnoticed by her, only reducing the amplitude so as not to touch her belly, where he rested his pelvis. But all his attention is not on the process of self-satisfaction, and again on the naked breasts. It is Elizaveta Albertovna's tender breasts, not Aunt Lisa's big tits. He proceeds to self-punish, sincerely apologizing, albeit mentally, but his lips speak instead of his words, touching his lips around the breasts, in the hollow, near the nipples, lifting them and kissing them from below. They are big, very big, and the comparison with melons comes involuntarily; it is not clear why, but it is too crude a comparison, and he apologizes with new kisses for these thoughts as well.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:06

The heavy breathing of Elizaveta Albertovna accepting his apology, her hand on the back of his neck, burrowing into his still short but too long uncut hair, directing fervent apologetic kisses. The soft and warm skin, the heady scent of expensive perfume, the unbearable desire to kiss the cherries of her nipples so close and so far away. His hand, which has almost stopped moving, is clenched around his penis, the head of which rests against the flat tummy covered only by the thin fabric of his T-shirt, soft and warm too. He sinks into this feeling of amazing balance and harmony, falling out of it the moment Aunt Lisa presses him as hard as she can. A sudden movement and a little more stimulation causes him to start cumming, viscously and somehow stretched out in time, as if reluctant to flood the woman's t-shirt with his semen.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:07

She lifted him to his feet just as he began to erupt, and then sealed his lips with a kiss as demanding and hot as he'd ever had in his entire life... not that he was particularly experienced in amorous matters.... not that he was exactly experienced in matters amorous. He cums right on top of her, feeling his cock throbbing against her clothed body. He cums and kisses, responding obediently to all her caresses and not even thinking of taking the initiative. Setting him down in his own chair, she's on top of him, inexplicably getting rid of her pants and underwear underneath, sliding on top of him and, he could swear, almost instantly peaking with him. She's taller than him, heavier than him, just based on the height difference, and she presses him into the creaking chair, thrusting her hips up to some previously unknown peak and then dropping him down into the abyss. He almost cries out, but he is buried between her breasts, his cry drowning in her, in her warmth, in her softness and authority; he simply cannot refuse her and does not want her in the slightest.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:09

"There, you apologized, and I accepted it." She breathed heavily, but quickly calmed down, moving her palm rhythmically and measuredly in front of his face, as if trying to hypnotize him. "You just apologized for what you said. You said you hadn't thought it through, hadn't woken up, misspoke, and I didn't hold a grudge and forgave you. It might have seemed to you, of course, that I let you lick and kiss my breasts, that I kissed you myself, that I made love to you in that chair, but it was just a fantasy, a play of imagination. You were so careful to hide your act of onanism from me that you got too caught up in the fantasy. I didn't notice anything, didn't realize anything, didn't see you pour out all your passion, and I certainly didn't make love to you, didn't kiss you, didn't bare your breasts. Blink. Blink again. Blink again. Again. Again. Good boy. I'm going to get up now, walk out the door, and then you'll forget the fiction and remember how it really was."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:11

The whole time, Igor is watching her graceful palm, the way it moves with the precision of a metronome, trying not to miss a single movement. Not because he is directly mesmerized, it just seems impolite to him to miss the details of these movements, if Elizaveta Albertovna is so diligently showing him these movements. If she was showing him, it was necessary for some reason, wasn't it?

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:13

" Are you hypnotizing me, Elizaveta Albertovna?" He asks with a slight smile, relaxed and satisfied in every sense. "It looks very similar, really."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:14

"No, of course not, my sweet boy." She affectionately ruffles his hair and gets up from him, starting to dress, wiping the traces of his passion from her clothes and skin with a handkerchief. "Elizaveta Albertovna is not hypnotizing you, Igor. You've already been hypnotized by Aunt Lisa. Bye-bye."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:16

She walked out the door, and immediately, Igor breathed out a sigh of relief, frantically packing up the clothes he had removed or shifted without noticing. She hadn't noticed, but it was close! If she had only seen him twitching at her while he was talking, apologizing, and dreaming of her riding him right there in that chair, it would have been extremely embarrassing. All in all, it was very good that he managed not to let it show, and not to splash right on Elizaveta Albertovna. She would hardly kill him, he was too well-protected, but he didn't want to get into a fight and make himself look like a degenerate and a sperm-toxicotic gamadrile. By the way, he should have put on some protection and shine.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:18

When he was sure that the woman had gone to the shower, Igor quickly changed his clothes, returned to his room, and started practicing the application of glow on the furniture. As soon as she was out of the shower, he would need to rinse himself, and the main thing was not to imagine that she would decide to splash in the shower with him, asking him to rub her back and soap her tits. At least don't fantasize today. He'd be going into battle soon enough, and he needed to be fully organized and ready, if anything, not to come back at all. He didn't want to die, he wanted to live, but it was hard to keep such thoughts away, even if Aunt Lisa and her big soft tits were nearby.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:07

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Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:52

It was getting dark early, and another blizzard, covering the city in a fucking shroud of burial, was making it even darker. The two aggressive Exalted Ones stepped out into the darkness as tense and focused as taut guitar strings. The darkness behind the shabby door of the entrance seemed absolute, the cold was not behind it in terms of absoluteness, and the snow had covered half of the vestibule, so they had to open the door with some difficulty. Igor went ahead, and not because he was such a gentleman, he just had the opportunity to update the protection without the cost of Vessels, and this card has no gentlemanly gallantry beat. Under the protection, which was set to weather and temperature events, no cold and penetrating wind could play, so warm clothes and mittens were for a couple an element of disguise as ordinary people, not heating.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:11

The degree of understanding of the Tablet's mystery had allowed Igor to adjust the protection so it perceived the snow like a standard attack. Even in places where snowdrifts were up to his waist and there was no clearing, he walked as if through a dense fog without slowing down. On the other hand, before and now, this “perceiving the touch of snow as direct damage” had drained his protection's charge as much as hammer blows, especially if he had to wade through streets completely covered with snow. It was just that now he didn't have to worry about the Vessels' charges, casting the renewed protection over and over again. And now the snow slid off his figure like drops of water from glass, allowing him and Elizaveta Albertsovna to sharpen their path, not caring about the decrease in charge. By the way, for the first five hundred meters, the protection was reduced by a third. So much snow was there.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:14

They walked in a tight bundle, the woman's palm never leaving his shoulder, even though they could sense each other perfectly with their mystical powers. He through Modification, and she through the Sensory Tablet. They didn't want to separate anyway, for the dark and silent city was very unnerving, where there was no light even in the windows, where only snow, cold, and darkness reigned. It seemed to Igor that the air was filled with a background of cold, cold deadness, as if the Other Side was not somewhere nearby, from a specific source, but was just spreading like a cloud over the whole city.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:46

Then, looking more closely, he realized that he was not imagining it, for there was a fuzzy vision of three Vessels spinning in a spiral, illuminating Elizaveta Albertovna. She, too, she said, had seen something like this. Not quite the clear illumination that signaled the presence of a nearby breach, but still too high a background. Dangerously high, especially for ordinary people. A couple more weeks of this shit, we could evacuate the residents to a mental institution for violent maniacs, that's for sure. Let people live here for another month and a half, there will be no one left to evacuate, only distorted creatures and dangerous carriers of the Other Side's evil power.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:48

He had to additionally set up a closed-circuit cloak, just to be on the safe side, just in case. Who might they meet here?

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 11:58

There was a glimmer of light ahead, a few separate beams, and a loud and very inventive swearing was heard through the howling of the blizzard. The two Exalted Ones shift unhesitatingly to a snowdrift and dive into it, taking cover in the snowy whiteness, leaving only a small slit for their eyes. Their eyes caught a medium-sized crowd of two dozen people, among whom three soldiers in winter uniforms with automatic rifles and a very cold policeman were glimpsed. The civilians are dragging along children, suitcases, bags, pets, and a very high-quality dakimakura in the hands of Igor's yearling. He kind of even recognizes the guy, studying in a parallel course. Well, everyone is obviously saving the most valuable thing they have.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:00

After letting the people walking towards the evacuation center pass, they continue through the yards, cutting off a few more times, running into a couple of foot patrols and one car patrol. They were just trying to fix not even a car that had broken down and stalled, but a Ural truck that had come to pull out the stalled people and had also stalled. Something was going on in that city with the machinery, especially considering the ability of some creatures to work with that machinery in a frankly mystical way. It was impossible to forget a Hungry babe - such a woman would be remembered for the rest of his life, and she might not be the only one wandering around. In one more alley, they found a frozen soldier leaning against a wall of a high-rise building and smiling such a happy smile that it was scary in contrast. Looking closer, they found two more, but these two were lying down in the snow as if they had just fallen asleep. The same happy smiles on their faces were unnerving.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:03

They didn't touch the machine guns and other bullshit, only wrinkled their faces as they felt the faint, already slightly decreasing background of the Other Side in this place. It wouldn't have been a bad idea to arm themselves, but Igor didn't know how to use a machine gun. He had never even held one in his hands. Elizaveta Albertovna knew how to shoot a pistol and was quite good at it, but she would not even take the safety off the automatic rifle, having never held it in her hands. Not to mention the fact that the patrol would obviously be looking, as the radio of the man leaning against the wall was wheezing. They wouldn't be able to prove that it wasn't their fault. In their case, the shine was a much more effective weapon, and, importantly, not to be found during a search by kind people in uniform.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:07

"We'll take them on the way back and stash them if they're still here." The commander said only her word, and with a touch of her palm told him to move forward. "I won't go into battle with unfamiliar weapons, there's too much risk, and no one will give us a week in the shooting range."

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:10

It was difficult to navigate the streets, where the lion's share of landmarks were covered with snow and mobile maps simply refused to work in the cold, but Igor knew the city, so he led them roughly in the right direction. To be fair, Elizaveta Albertovna also knew the city, but more from the point of view of a driver than a pedestrian. And there you have it, proof of the superiority of poor students over moneybags. It is quite likely that they passed by other corpses as well, for a whole cemetery or mass grave could be hidden in these snowdrifts, but that's why they passed by, because these corpses were hidden.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:16

The only time the situation became dangerous was in the middle of their journey, which was already taking much longer than expected. The sound of battle was very close by, just over the fence from them, in the neighboring yard. They pressed themselves to the ground against the thick concrete fence, and then Igor punched two holes with his finger to see through. The weather made it impossible to see everything, but the fight was slightly illuminated by flashlights and the triggered abilities of the combatants. In the left corner of the ring was a trio, originally five, of frozen and icy dead men whose eyes glowed with a greenish shimmering light like the northern lights. In the right corner, there was a full and large shouting aunt, a young girl of unclear appearance, for, except for her voice, everything was hidden in layered clothes, a small boy calling for papa, and, of course, Papa himself.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:22

With a capital letter. He burns up like the Pope, the Pope of Rome. The flame shining in his palms was something remotely similar to his radiance, though much more aggressive, more unruly, more angry. But it was still good, warming, cleansing, and liberating, and a good counterweight to the foulness of the living dead of the icy variety. The streams of frost and snow they sent out were powerful, they could frostbite the eyes and lungs of their victims, or even kill them. But the streams crashed like waves of surf against an indestructible rock against a very full man, a man who looked like Vernon Dursley from the movies. Only the rock was giving up, retreating backward, and had clearly spent its Vessel charges, for only one of the standard three was full. And that one was almost depleted.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:24

The man twitched three times. The first time, when he felt their Vessels as they felt his. The second time, when all three ice-dead men broke through his defenses, stepping closer, reaching for him with ice claws growing out of their fingers. And the third, when he was covered at once by the protection and the shine, protecting him from a fatal blow. Realizing that the creatures couldn't do anything to him, and having infused the already bright flames with a powerful whiteness, he put the rest of the last Vessel into the attack, covering the entire trio with a natural flamethrower, leaving no corpses this time, just bits of burnt bones and ash. He turned back to the fence, or rather to the two fresh holes in it, with a kind of fucked-up look at the work of his hands, nodded awkwardly, or bowed, and said his thanks as if his throat had just stopped closing. His family, characteristically, shut up at once, apparently because the flash of radiance had calmed down a bit and washed away the Other Side that had soaked their bodies.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:28

"Uh, uh, uh. Thank you, honored ones." Somewhat uncertainly, he utters, looking roughly to where the couple are already up on their feet, sensing their spiraling Vessels. "Uh, what's next? I mean, is there anything I can do to thank you?"

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:29

Igor and Elizaveta Albertovna look at each other. The young man sees and reads in her gaze a direct thought-order: take off the shine, and I'll send them to go wherever they go. It's not the first time the lad has noticed that this reverse stealth trick allows her not just to convey her thoughts with her gaze, but to literally have a wordless dialogue. She wants to remove the obstacle, who couldn't see their faces anyway, and is scared to death of such strong Exalted, one of whom has as many as nine, seven full-fledged and two fragile with regeneration, working Vessels. He doesn't mind either, but he realizes that a man with empty Vessels might not make it to the evacuation center, especially with a family already inhaled the Other Side. She silently mimics the fact that they are going into battle and can't waste Vessels on someone they don't know, and he suggests, through the echo of her transmitter, to put a shine on someone else's Vessel, and give protection on top. His Vessels will recover quickly after the protection, and by the time he arrives at the scene of the impending assassination, the shine will have rolled back.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:23

Elizaveta Albertovna doesn't care about anyone who isn't with her, but Igor sensibly points out that it doesn't cost them anything, which pierces the skepticism in her head and the callousness in her heart, so she nods affirmatively and then takes the floor. Simply because she's not going to trust Igor with the negotiations, and the latter is very relieved to dump those negotiations on her. And all this exchange of meaningful looks, he is almost sure that the trick of reverse secrecy is not in stealth, just Elizaveta Albertovna's misuse of the Tablet, it took five seconds at the most, on the other side of the fence, they did not even have time to get nervous. Well, even more nervous, because the man looks like he's scared shitless, but he's keeping up appearances for the sake of his family, like he's a slightly overweight and overeating Vin Diesel at heart.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:34

"Now the effect of whiteness will be fixed on you by binding you to the Vessel, this effect will last for several hours. You will be able to fight off creatures effectively." Obediently, Igor imposes a renewed blessing, and the man does not interfere, although he can refuse to give his Vessel under someone's partial control. "We'll also put a shield similar to yours on all the others. It will protect them from the Other Side, they've been breathing it too much. Now go where you're going, but don't talk much about this meeting. These effects will last a few hours, enough to get where you're going."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:34

He clearly would not have minded asking for a ride to the spot, or better yet, for help to get out of the city, but he was sensible not to even mention it to those who were so much stronger than he was. Meanwhile, the fat man's family whispered in surprise, feeling protection and the peace it gave them. It was like being cut off from all evil, sheltered under a warm blanket - an incomparable sensation, the apotheosis of cozy serenity. Igor ironized himself regularly, because this was the very first Tablet his Lot had awakened for him, recognizing it as the most suitable for this bearer.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:37

"Thank you". The man says very sympathetically and politely, once again doing something between a bow and a nod, backing away from the fence and waving his hand to his family to stop fooling around and run after him, especially his son, who is smashing the walls with his fists, taking advantage of his invulnerability. "We'll go then, yeah. I promise I won't say a word, yeah. Not to anyone, not at all. The grave, yeah."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:42

"Collect the mist." Elizaveta Albertovna said in the end, overcoming her greed, simply because she didn't want to climb over the fence, and the rainbow cloud extracted from the dead wouldn't be of much use to her, it was too shaky. "Let's go."

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:35

She said the last word much more quietly, almost whispering it into Igor's ear, which was covered at once by his cap and the hood of his jacket, pulling him along with her, breaking the distance. After about thirty steps, the contact-connection disappeared, and they stopped sensing other Vessels, disappearing into the alleys of snowy streets, and Igor immediately concealed their charges with camouflage. They didn't encounter anything else dangerous until the point of arrival, unless they counted the patrols and people rushing through the city. Especially memorable was the courier with a huge Yandex Delivery backpack, who purposefully walked through the blizzard, guided by the indicators of a glitchy cell phone. And no, not the Exalted One, as Elizaveta Albertovna was sure of with her sensory abilities, nor was he a creature of the Other Side.
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Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:43

Just a courier carrying someone's order - some people act like nothing happened.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:44

The suburbs were snowed to the ruffs in some places, but they found their target even without the help of the navigator. It didn't reek too strongly, but it did, and it sensed like a thick coldness that seemed to be seeping through the closed interlocking system. It wasn't surprising, after the grenade, but it was still weird. It had been a while, he could have fixed the defense circuit, not to mention the fact that such a lure screamed of a trap. He wasn't the only one who thought so, so a couple of novice killers preferred to take cover in one of the neighboring courtyards, watching the gate to the courtyard of the artist's captured dwelling.

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:46

"I don't like the layer of snow in front of the entrance, as if someone had been there before, not so long ago." Breathing in his ear from a beautiful and desirable woman pressed close to him, speaking to him in an intimate whisper, could have been a very intimate experience, but the setting was too unconducive to such thoughts. "And then there was this background, as if deliberately left behind. If I had the opportunity, I would prefer to send the army in and have them raze the place to the ground. I doubt this person would surrender, and I don't believe he would be taken prisoner. But we don't have that option, and I don't want to walk into a very likely trap.... I don't want to."

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:45

"But we're going to get into it anyway." He didn't even ask, but stated confidently, quietly, too, though he couldn't fathom why it was necessary to keep silence when the wind was howling like that. "There are no options. For you in the first place, because he might not have reached me, but he knows you for sure."

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:47

"And you agreed to step into that abyss with me, all voluntarily." With a strange mixture of unreadable feelings, she looks at his face now, very strange but clearly positive. "Yes, we will step into it. And yes, I realize I may not come back from it."

Camrad_RIP 03.05.25 в 13:48

It sounded, though not frightening, like another reminder that Elizaveta Albertovna was also a human being and that nothing human, including fear, was in the least alien to her. Strangely, it was more sympathetic to her than repulsive, showing that over there, under the iron plates of armoured social adaptability and legal cynicism, there was still a living human heart beating.

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 09:55