Dmitry's First Meeting With Darya

[1922]

One day when the sun just set, a nine-year-old boy standing on a sidewalk. His worn out coat flapping from the strong autumn wind. In silence, he witnessed a young girl was cornered by three boys his own age. Probably boy gang who often stealing from other people. They snatched a backpack she was carrying and darted into the alleyways, before she could even scream for help. The nine-year old boy hurried over to her, checking if she is not harmed further. Later as he moved by pity, he handed her a loaf of rye bread he had been carrying tucked inside his coat. Something that he always brought whenever he goes, just in case...

Above The Dreamline

"Agh!" I screamed, gasping for air. My eyes flew open, and my body jerked awake reflexively. But before I could even catch my breath, I was startled by the unfamiliar surroundings.

Everything was dark. I could only see myself, clad in a brown military uniform. A rucksack hung on my back, and my right hand clutched a combat knife... the very one I had always carried during the war. I recalled that I had been fighting someone; a target I was meant to assassinate. Beyond that, all I could see was blackness. I mustered the courage to stand and walk, searching for something amidst the dark. Yet, for the first time, I felt a paralyzing fear. The temperature was freezing, and my vision began to dim.

Eating Grief

March 1928.

It's been three weeks after Veronika's funeral. Irina has just bottle-fed and sleep peacefully on the bed, with pillows stacked around her like a fortress. Semyon know his baby girl won't awake for the next three hours. So he can sneak to the kitchen, for opening the secret stash of alcohol he had.

Wanted, Arrested

Just imagining if NKVD are bored enough and wants to capture my OCs.

Brief Sunshine

[1950, in a crowded cafe of Moscow]

"Vadka, is that you?"

Vadim startled when his name called. Nobody has dared to call like that except several person in his lifetime. He put down his cutlery, and lifted his head. A young woman in sleek black hair approached him, as she put down her plate with one course of meal. Her striking blue eyes connected with his deeply.

"...Who are you?" asked Vadim, trying to dig his memory once again.

"Zinka. Yeah, you may remembered me as teenager. And... maybe you forget me too, I understand..." sighed that woman.

"Zinka?" Vadim twitched his eyes. "Tell me if you are really her."

"Our oldest brother, Eduard, will always playing the song with his balalaika. Mark and I always playing ball outside. And you... I remembered you try to learn singing. Your voice is awful, but you are fast learner when Eduard taught you not to be tone deaf. After he went missing in war, you picked up that balalaika and learn further..."

Vadim's muscles relaxed slowly. He examines her face, realising that she is indeed his youngest sister. But he didn't stood up and hug her. He just... choose to pick up his cutlery and continued eating. She follows his movements too, and they are eating in silence.