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Stalingrad, Soviet Union September 30th, 1942 "When will this rain end?" Pavel complained to no one in perticular, until Kerensky shut him up. "Hush, Pavel!" He hissed. They had been waiting all day for either food, or a German counterattack. So far, neither have shown up. "Hey, Yuri. You got a rag of some sort?" A soldier named Misha, asked him. Yuri quietly pulled a relatively clean white rag from his bread bag and handed it to the slightly taller genet. "Sbasiba, vrag'." he said before sitting back down next to a brick wall. Yuri sat back and watched his fellow comrades shamble around their small post as the rain continued its steady beat on the rubble. Kiril, mostly relaxed because of the rain, layed down next to Yuri. "Privyet, comrade." He said. "Privyet." Yuri replied flatly and sighed shortly after. Kiril brought himself up, wondering what was wrong with his friend. "Yuri. Whats wrong?" He asked earnestly. Yuri turned to his friend. "I'm damn exhausted.. haven't slept much.. to many bad dreams, I think." Yuri said. Those who knew him before the war had seen him change after his quiet life in Tula was destroyed by the Wehrmacht in 1941. Most of his old friends died as civilian casualties or as Red Army soldiers in the opening campaigns. He had also wondered if he was suffering from some sort of PTSD, but he ruled that a little too extreme. Maybe depression, he thought, was a better diagnosis. Yuri watched the rain patter on the rubble and then looked at Kiril again. "I'll be fine... for the time being." He said, sounding a little unsure of himself. Kiril shrugged and layed back down in his bed roll, many thoughts running through his head. "He was like this when I first met him.." he thought. Kiril continued his thoughts. "His parent's death, maybe... and he has no idea where his sister is." Kiril let these thoughts swirl around his head for a moment before Misha interupted. "Hey, Kiril. Come here for a second." He said, looking a bit worried. Kiril got off his bedroll and headed over to Misha. "Chto, tovarishch?" He asked as Misha pointed out to a building that looked like it was standing on its last legs. "What the hell is that?" Misha asked while pointing at a hole in a building. Kiril did notice there was a glint, but he couldn't tell whatfor it was for sure. "You got better eyesight than me, so I was thinking you could see that.." he said again as Kiril looked on. Kiril tunred to Misha and shrugged. "Perhaps a scope? A mirror?" Kiril gave suggestions as Misha continued to look. "Why the hell would they use a freakin mirror for?" Misha asked Kiril in a "what the hell" kind of tone. Kiril returned with an equal expression. "How the hell would I know?" He said. Misha again shurgged as Vladimir walked up to them. "You two. Make yourselves useful and head down to that house. See if you can find anything Fritz." He said. Kiril thought about mentioning the glint he saw earlier, but didn't say anything. "Well, let's go then." Misha said as he stood up, grabbing his SVT-40 rifle, followed Kiril picking up his PPSh-41 as the pair headed down to the house. The rain soaked Kiril's poncho almost immediately. Misha's wasn't faring much better, much to the genet's dismay. It was odd, rain of this volume didn't happen too often. As they approched the house, they heard multiple voices inside, all German. "Verdammt... wie kann man stehen, um in einem Ort diese elende leben?" One of them said in a complain-like tone. "Hey, beruhigen! Autserdem kam man aus dem Norden sowieso..." another voice spoke up. Kiril and Misha crouched under the windowsill. "Bedeutet nicht, ich mag das verdammt kalt! Ficken Südländer..." the same voice from earlier snapped. "Schloss sie, die beiden von Ihnen!" The voice of what the two agreed was the commanding officer spoke up. "Sie halten diese gezänk up, wird Ivan uns in Kürzester Zeit zu finden!" He spoke again. Kiril raised his hands and started to count down. Three, two, one... "now!" Kiril whispered and the two soldiers fired into the small room, killing one lizard soldier, who had been standing next to a barrel fire, instantly. The commanding officer, a lieutenant from what his shoulder boards were stating, fell back behind a burnt up wall. "Kontakieren!! One of them yelled. "Wo?!" Another spoke. "Draussen, verdammt noch mal!!" Aame voice again. Kiril stuck his head over the sill, just as a hail of 9mm bullets flew into the wall and outside. "Misha, take the rear flank. I'll follow in when you've cleared it enough!" Kiril ordered. "Yes sir." Misha ran arouns the right side of the building. Kiril sat for a moment, waiting for Misha to open the side door. Suddenly, a single shot rang out and the rottweiler lieutenant fell to the floor, followed by the genet rushing past the corpse. "Kiril! Davai!!" Misha yelled as the feline jumped through the window into the small building. Kiril watched as more German soldiers ran at them. "Misha, take up defense on that window. There's only a couple." Kiril commanded. Misha looked back at the feline, a slight look of worry shown clearly on his face. "Right away..." Misha ran towards the window and fired his SVT-40 at one German, dropping him instantly. The rain was stronger now, lowering visibility for both sides. The firefight slowed, now. The rain was oddly hard and the pair occasionally shot in random directions, not knowing anymore the exact locations of the fascist invaders. "Misha... come here..." Kiril said quietly, looking out one window quickly. Misha made his way over. "Chto?" Misha looked out the same window. "Can you see shit?" Kiril asked. "Nyet. Rain and rubble." The genet said. They both sat for a moment longer, listening for voices or footsteps near the house. The rain was a little too hard for either of these, but they attempted nonetheless. Kiril's eyes danced around the room and back outside, still not seeing anything. "Should we head back, comrade?" Misha asked. Kiril looked back at him. "We can try... if you see anything German, shoot of kill it." He said. The two put on their ponchos and headed out the same window Kiril came from; only to be stopped as a wandering German soldier flew around and pointed his MP40 at them. In response, Kiril quickly raised his PPSh and fired a burst into the canine soldier's chest. "Dammit!" He grunted. "Hurry up... don't want to be out here longer than I have to..." he said as the pair walked back to their resting place.