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"Well, maybe Galka," thought Baba Nadya.

"So, we'll go get her now," Oleg immediately suggested.

We went to get Aunt Galya, who also lived alone. Her man was hiding somewhere. He didn't want to shoot "his own". There was no contact with him.

"Wow, that's quite a security detail you've got there," remarked Aunt Galya, a woman, as usual full and rather perky.

"Yes, these are soldiers, fought off their own, barely got out of the tank, so they are waiting for ours to come," explained Nastya.

"Well, where to understand them – where is ours, where is yours, all right, let's go," said Aunt Galya.

When they arrived, Aunt Galya looked to see if everything was there and sent Oleg to see if there was anything left in the store. After Oleg had opened the store, of course someone else had been there, but there were very few people in the village, so the food had not been taken out yet. Ivan and Nastya (just in case) were with Grandma Nadia and Aunt Galya, and Oleg went and brought everything he could carry, some of it, however, for themselves. Ivan, in fact, was wildly nervous and kept looking at Nastya while he waited for Oleg.

"Don't the guys hurt you?" – Aunt Galya asked, also looking suspiciously at the two of them.

"It's all right, Aunt Gal, everything's fine, they're polite" – the last "polite" was a bit strained, but that's how it turned out.

"Look, guys, I'll come and check it out!" – Aunt Galya insisted.

"So come, and in general, if you need anything, come, and the phone at Nastya seems to work" – replied Oleg.

"Ah, well, yes, mine seems to be too, but there's no one to call – mine is on the run," Aunt Galya remarked.

After that, all three of them hurriedly retreated before the conversation went too far in the wrong direction.

They also stopped by Grandpa Pasha's house. He didn't go down into the cellar, but just smoked in the kitchen. He lived to see it. His thoughts were not happy at all. They offered him to move in with Grandma Nadia, but he refused such "matchmaking".

When all three returned, they found Kyril pacing nervously around the house and smoking a vape – "Yeah, I've been waiting for you guys."

You could see he was nervous about how it would go.

"Artem writes that the line has moved, but not quite in our direction. So far, we still can not go" – it is he about their fellow soldier, with whom they managed to contact, but with the other three, with whom they communicated, it was no longer possible …

"So, Nastush, bear with us for now," Kirill continued.

In the beginning there was some relaxation from just being wild and happy that they were just alive and wanting to not think about what was going to happen next at all.

But now the tension was beginning to rise again, the situation was dragging on, and it was unclear how it would develop further. In the extreme case, they would have to retreat, regardless of the riskiness of the venture, because they did not intend to be captured under any circumstances.

It was necessary to keep in touch with Artem while it was possible, in order to learn more quickly about the movements of both sides.

Nevertheless, they decided to sleep. Nevertheless, there was a fear that Nastya would still decide to run away. As a result, Oleg and Kirill lay down on the bed with her, and Ivan stayed on duty for the time being.

The day was long and all three of them fell asleep. At some point Nastya woke up and realized that something (something!) hard was pressing against her back. Of course, she was not wrong in her guesses. She slowly started to get out, but Kirill woke up and held her back – "Where are you going, wait".

He'd completely forgotten that he'd suggested Ivan "slow down."

He started pulling down her pajama pants.

"Kirill, I'm going to the bathroom," Nastya objected.

"Well, let's go," Kirill suggested.

"I thought you had no such fantasies," objected Nastya.

Then the thought occurred to Kirill that he probably wasn't ready to watch everything and he just looked out and quietly asked Ivan to listen more closely to what she was doing there.

Nastya stayed late for several reasons – purely physiological and she also hoped that Kirill would fall asleep. She took another shower just in case.

Kirill dozed off, but woke up again when she returned. She actually wanted to go to the other room, but Ivan thought he might not be able to keep track that way and directed her back to the bedroom.

Nastya carefully lay down between them, because there was only room there, they lay on their sides, thinking everyone was asleep.

Just then, Kirill started to snuggle up again and slowly pull her pajamas down.

"And I'll go and complain to Aunt Galya," Nastya said for some reason, though she wasn't really going to do that.

"Are you kuku? We'd have to kill you all," he whispered languidly in her ear.

Nastya jumped up sharply and pressed herself into the headboard of the bed – a large and soft one, by the way.

"What????" – She literally shrieked – "Come on, how can you, I'm doing everything you want me to do" – she started sobbing, she started shaking, the stress of all these days had taken its toll.

"Jesus, what is it," Oleg woke up.

"What the fuck can't you sleep," Ivan ran in.

"Sunshine, come on, I was just kidding," Kirill began to reassure her.

"Joke??? A joke????" – Nastya sobbed.

"What happened?" – Oleg

"He said you're going to kill us all!!!" – sobbed Nastya.

"Yeah he's the one who over-smoked his vape, fwiw what he's cramming in there," Oleg tried to smooth things over.

"Fuck yeah, Kirill, that's a fucking great idea," Ivan confirmed

Nastya realized that they were even scared and confused and that there really wasn't anything like that in their minds.

Kirill stroked her on one side and Oleg on the other.

Ivan took a seat on the bed.

"Sunny, it's okay, it's just his black humor," Oleg tried again to say something exculpatory.