[Moscow, October 1941]
Another piece of bread shoved onto Stepan's mouth, then he swallow it forcefully. The burning sensation on his throat and stomach dampened for a while. So, Stepan able to crouch fast around the ruined building, making sure he can find any enemy to kill before his stomach acted up again.
It took around fifteen minutes until he found one who wandered alone. But Stepan was too late to load his gun, as that Wermacht soldier already lunged on him with knife. Stepan managed to dodged and pick his knife. They fought with brute force, although it doesn't take too long because once again Stepan's insides are acting up again. Stepan quickly subdued and cornered at the wall by the wicked Wermacht soldier.
The sudden slam on that wall made Stepan's stomach burning hotter. He can feel his insides turning violent more than usual. He know what will comes afterwards... and can't hold it anymore. The burning and nausea on his body become stronger than his fear that the knife almost touching his forehead.
"HOOEEEKKKK!!!"
The hot, yellowish liquid thrown out of Stepan's mouth... and instantly landed to the enemy's face. That enemy startled until dropping the knife, screaming and gagging from such disgusting projectile. And with such golden chance, Stepan took his knife again and finished that Wermacht soldier's life.
Then Stepan look at the corpse thoroughly with flabbergasted face. "The acid saved me for the first time," he whispered to myself. But this makes him more scared and mortified. He doesn't want to be known by his peers as vomit thrower, even though that saved him from peril. Thus, Stepan quickly scoop the shards of glass from that ruined building and pour it onto the dead body's face. Then he left that building, continued to seek another empty place to chew another piece of bread.
At least this will cover such embarrassing detail about that enemy's death... and about himself.
