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"Well, I don't know why I blurted that out," Kirill apologized.

But Nastya was so touching and so… sexy.

And they stroked her on both sides and again for some reason the thought of "slowing down" began to recede somewhere far away …

And Ivan didn't want to leave either …

Nastya did not resist, because the thought of "kill" had gone away, but remained somewhere in the background.

In fact, strangely enough, the body reacted with arousal and if even the consciousness resisted, the body wasn't quite okay with it.

Naturally they also felt it and continued to slowly, gradually stroke her, caress her, excite her, and so on and so forth.

As a result, Ivan, Oleg and Nastya fell asleep on the bed, and Kirill, as a "delinquent" went on duty.

It was already past eleven o'clock, but the three were asleep.

And then Kirill realized that someone was walking towards the house.

Holy shit, that's some chick.

He ran to the bedroom – "Wake up, wake up, we have guests, I think it's your Aunt Galya here."

Nastya didn't realize what was wrong at first, then jumped up to quickly clean herself up.

"I'll say you're in the kitchen," Kirill had already said in a whisper, and went slowly to open the door, for Aunt Galya was already steadily ascending the porch.

"A brave woman, though," thought Kirill.

I mean, really – did she have reason to suspect that things weren't going well? Of course she did. That's why she came to check.

Kirill of course took his time opening the door to give Nastya more time.

And when he was sure she'd snuck into the kitchen, he opened the door.

"Oh, good morning, my name is Kirill, come in."

Aunt Galya was surprised at such a welcome and a little wary.

"Where's Nastya?" – Standing on the doorstep, she asked.

"We're sleepy, we just decided to make breakfast," Kirill replied.

"Wow, you're sleeping," Aunt Galya said as she walked in and headed for the kitchen. She noticed that Ivan had come out of the bedroom and someone else was there.

Of course, this also raised suspicion.

"Why do you occupy the master bedroom?" – Aunt Galya asked suspiciously again.

"Well, of course, it may not be very polite, but Nastya allowed it, she said she'd be fine in a small room," Kirill continued to fantasize.

Aunt Galya walked into the kitchen and saw Nastya starting to make an omelet for everyone.

"Aunt Galya, good morning, how is Baba Nadia?" – Nastya asked, holding herself together and even smiling.

"Oh, it's hard for me to carry her back and forth to the toilet, but nothing, I think I'll take the board off, I think there's no fracture there," Aunt Galya turned to her own concerns and sat down at the table.

"Let's have breakfast and go take another look," Nastya suggested as calmly as possible.

"I'll just have some coffee, I think I've had breakfast already," Aunt Galya made her "order".

Nastya picked up the turbo – "No, I'll have instant," said Aunt Galya.

Nastya turned on the kettle, thankfully the electricity and everything else was working. Their village was somehow a little out of the way and a bit of a bygone era.

Ivan began to help with breakfast, Oleg decided to make coffee for three – Ivan also drank instant.

"Oh, look, really, helpers, you might say" – Aunt Galya – "And where did you guys come from?"

Ivan named his village – "Oh, that I don't know, it must be far away," said Aunt Galya.

"Yes, far away," laughed Ivan.

"I'm from Peter," Oleg said.

"You see, and Nastya's dreaming of Peter" – said Aunt Galya – "Well, take her with you" – she immediately wooed her neighbor.

"I'd love to, but I've got at least another six months to serve," said Oleg.

"Well, yes" said Aunt Galya thoughtfully, realizing perfectly well that one might not finish his service.

"And you, handsome?" – She turned to Kirill.

"From Moscow," Kirill replied.

"Ah, a Moskovit, spoiled," decided Aunt Galya.

Nastya tensed, realizing that Kirill was the most testy of them all.

But Kirill didn't react, it was familiar to him.

"Yeah, I think you've got more pampering here," he replied.

"Aunt Gal, well you somehow without your remarks, they're all on edge," Nastya said quietly in Aunt Galya's ear.

"Yeah, sorry," Aunt Galya realized her mistake and also thought that she was actually talking to suicide bombers. Of course, each of them has a chance, but it's probably about 50/50.

And even though they're peaceful, they're not immune to anything.

The guys tried to act as calm and friendly as possible.

Aunt Galya decided it was probably okay.

At least Nastya's safe and alive.

On the way to Grandma Nadia's house, Aunt Galya whispered in her ear again – "Nastya, don't let them drink, or God forbid what happens"

"Yes, thank goodness there's nothing," replied Nastya, thinking that indeed, thank goodness.

After examining Baba Nadia, Nastya decided to remove the plank, but strictly instructed not to step on it and to wear a stiff bandage.

Aunt Galya stayed with her, anyway, she had an empty house, no one to take care of her.

Her children had long ago left for the city, like most young people.

Oleg went with them, just in case.

Nastya really hoped that the night would pass quietly, and her hopes were justified this time. Everyone just wanted to sleep and not think about anything.

In the morning came the news from Artem – a high probability that tomorrow they will already advance and come, perhaps, to the village itself.

Artem was actually taking a big risk – he wasn't authorized to give details, but he just trusted his comrades, plus they had discounted their geolocation so he could see where they were.

Artem realized that there was no telling what the commander would say about the guys, but at least this way they would reach them in one piece.

The whole day was spent in agony, and by the rumbling it became obvious that they were advancing hard and fast, that Artem was right. Or rather, from where the rumble of the guns was coming from and how it was changing. It became clear that they would soon be leaving.