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Post by MG Laura McArthur on Mar 15, 2017 13:53:03 GMT -5
"There were three major airports in the New York area, Admiral," General McArthur said, going off the admiral's question, "Newark, LaGuardia and JFK. JFK is down in the southeastern area of the Outer Boroughs, Newark is located across the Hudson River in New Jersey and LaGuardia is located in northern Queens, almost in the backyard of Rikers Island...unless there's been damage to the facilities at any of the three, each should make a good starting point. All three have runways that were designed to land B-52 Stratofortresses and if those big ugly fat...fellows, could land there, any aircraft should be able to.
Valentin took this moment to ask a question of his own, "And what of these other strongholds? Perhaps sending a small team from both of our sides to work with them and show them that we're here to help and cooperate with them might curry favor and encourage them to work with us?"
"That might work, Colonel Valentin," McArthur replied, pursing the question through her mind. "A small group, made up of people from both of our groups....that might work. Now whether they would agree to work with our combined forces is another story, but it can't hurt to try. It cannot hurt to try."
Valentin turned to Sokolov, knowing already who they were going to send, and from the look on his face the Admiral could tell exactly who he meant. However given that he was ranking Russian Army officer here, it would be his call. Sokolov wasn't sure if they were the right choice, but even if the Lieutenant Colonel was doing him the dignity of seeking his approval, it still wasn't his call to make. Sighing, he nodded once. Valentin then turned back to the General, "We have a team who'll be ready to leave as soon as possible. You are right, we will certainly face resistance in terms of working with both of our groups. We have to try though."
"However, on the subject of landing strips, I believe Newark is the only one with adjoining Naval facilities sufficient enough to potentially dock on of our ships should the need arise, and currently the closest one to our correct location," he asked, a smile then forming on his face as the remembered the General's statement about the B-52s. "Yes, I those can land, I'm sure the Russian Air Force will have no problems in landing any of their aircraft there." There was a perceptible pause before the Admiral spoke once more, "What of your plans, Brigadier General?"
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Mar 16, 2017 18:33:37 GMT -5
"Our plans, Admiral?" General McArthur said. "Two plans: one close and one distant.....the close plan is that, within the next few weeks, we're going to head north to Albany, with two objectives in mind: seizure of the International Airport and a raid on the National Guard Center in central Albany. The airport objective is essential: holding the runways would give both our groups a forward operating base and allow us to move into nearby areas without having to stop and build forward bases from scratch. There's also aircraft there: the airport in Albany was home to a rescue squadron of HH-60s' Pave Hawks and those helicopters - assuming that, (a) still flyable after four years and (b) there's fuel and other supplies still there - would allow us to expand our own footprint without having to stretch ourselves too tight.
"The distant plan....harkens back to an early chapter of American history, Admiral," McArthur continued. "Back in the early years of the Republic, President Thomas Jefferson sent an expedition west to cross what was America's western frontier. That expedition started in St. Louis in early 1804; ours would start in Belle Isle, Detroit and go west, both to find out what's out there - survivors, strongholds, whatever is out there, is there anyone still alive, that sort of thing....and, where applicable, to deactivate and disarm any nuclear weapons we run across." Leaning back in her chair, she said, "That's one of the things that's worried me ever since the world went sideways: out there, in the Great Plains and Intermountain West, are roughly 450 Minuteman III missiles, each armed with nuclear warheads...and no one knows what's happened to the crews manning each of those 450 silos - never mind the support and security crews that would've gone with those silos. No one knows...and with the information concerning that message we received months ago over the Milnet, it worries me even more.
"Right now, to the best of my knowledge, there's no way anyone can launch those missiles; to do so, you have to send a perfectly authenticated authorization from the National Command Authority down the chain of command, confirmed at every single point in the process....but I for one, Admiral - and this is a sentiment President Michner agrees with me on - do not want to take any chances on someone getting the keys to those weapons. At the very least, from an engineer's standpoint, I want to make sure those missiles never launch from those silos.
"Those are my two sets of plans, Admiral Sokolov.....and we aim to carry out those plans, come hell or high water, sir."
Valentin and Sokolov both exchanged looks when the Brigadier General mentioned the nuclear weapons, and after a good long moment of silence, Sokolov let out a sigh. "Well, General, you have actually brought up a point that I was hoping to bring up myself." He paused, sucking his teeth and then letting out the breath that he took as he thought about how to phrase his next point. "You have to understand, that we are not here for entirely altruistic reasons, in fact, I'm not going to insult you by implying that you did. I'm sure in fact that you knew we were here for reasons of our own. Your nuclear arsenal, being one of them."
"For that reason, General, we are asking that you please do not begin your operation westward until we can secure a landing zone for our men," said Colonel Valentin, voice almost pleading. Not because either of them thought that the General or those under her command would turn the weapons on them, but because they didn't come all the way from Russia just to hold one American city. "Once we've secured a landing strip, I can take some men to come and support yours. Perhaps once we've got an aircraft to do reconnaissance of Washington DC."
Sokolov took a deep breath, "General, what my colleague is trying to say, is that we did not come all the way from Russia to establish a base in one American city. However, this is your country, not ours. If you decide what's best for it is for us to stay here and try to help anyone left, we will. My superiors may not agree, but I'll respect your judgement and will attempt to make them see it my way." The two commanders of the Russian Armed forces were in a tough situation. They didn't see the point of holding their position in New York except to bring in reinforcements and supplies.
However, it was all up to the General, and what she said next would significantly impact the future of Russian operations here in the United States, and would eventually dictate the actions of both Admiral Sokolov and Lieutenant Colonel Valentin in one way or another. Both of them were quite literally waiting with bated breath for the General's response.
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Mar 17, 2017 1:25:19 GMT -5
"Perfectly understandable your concerns, gentlemen," General McArthur said as she listened to both Admiral Sokolov and Colonel Valentin express their concerns over the proposed expedition west. "Both sets of operations - the one north to Albany and the westward operation - weren't set to begin for a few weeks; at least, not until we get out of winter here in North America and can be assured of good flying weather. Even with the somewhat lowered tech base we have," pausing as the sounds of two prop aircraft - P-40 Warhawks by the sound of them, McArthur noted in her mind - flew overhead, a regular occurrence most days at West Point, "you can never have too many days of good flying weather, especially with prop aircraft.
"As we have already made the request for a formal alliance, I'd also like to propose - if you so decide to do so - the use of our facilities here as a forward headquarters; since this is, for all intents-and-purposes, the seat of American government at the moment, it would make sense for you to do so; that way, instead of having to base everything along the coast, you'll have an inland base of operations, which hopefully will simplify things between our two forces..but I'll leave a final decision in your hands.
"As I said earlier, the time has come to raise this great American Republic back on its' feet....and I would like to think that we can do it together, our two nations working side-by-side rather than at arm's length. Both you and I, Admiral, began our careers under far different circumstances in a far different world than we inhabit, but if the circumstances - and roles - were reversed, I for one wouldn't hesitate for one moment to render assistance to your country. Yes, America and Russia have sometimes stood eyeball-to-eyeball, glaring at one another across this border or that desk, but in this day and age, I cannot and will not refuse assistance when offered, gentlemen," pausing to reach inside her desk for several tumblers - and a bottle of Old Forester Signature Single Barrel bourbon.
Opening the bottle, McArthur poured a small amount of Kentucky bourbon into each tumbler and offered them to everyone. "My son Ross McArthur got me this for my birthday almost five years ago," picking up the tumbler in front of her, "before....before he deployed to Iraq; last I remember, he was serving as the commander of the Marine security detail at the U.S. Consulate in Irbil, Kurdistan; I'd like to think he's still alive, but I keep those thoughts to myself." Holding the tumbler in front of her, she said, "I'd like to propose a toast, gentlemen....to our new alliance," pausing to wait for a reply.
The relief on both of their faces was quite apparent, as well as them both letting out their bated breaths. It would seem that they'd both come to a hasty conclusion regarding the ability of the General's forces to operate in winter, forgetting that few countries other than Russia built their equipment to operate in harsh winter conditions. Of course, as such it lacked some of the 'high tech' features that a lot of American equipment did, but the chance that it would die on you in any weather condition was low.
When the Brigadier General mentioned using West Point as a forward operating base, both Valentin and Sokolov shared a look, they could certainly use a forward operating base for more mobile units, such as the VDV paratroopers were supposed to be coming in once they secured an airstrip. However with the mention of the Albany airport take over, the use of both airports and their runways would be highly advantageous. Seeing as Russian aircraft could land at New York and then fly to Albany to land troops or deliver supplies. They'd have to discuss permanently stationing units there. Naturally however, they'd have to wait for their counterpart from the Russian Air Force to arrive for that.
Vadim was certainly glad to hear the General say that were she in their position she would not hesitate to assist them, despite the fact that America and Russia did not agree on a great many things before this all happened. Had the American government been more intact he had a strong feeling that would continue to be the case. Times had changed however, and just like his grandfather before him, he'd be serving alongside the Americans. If his father could see this now, he wasn't even sure what he'd say, or if he'd say anything at all given the relationship of the two countries at the time when he was alive.
He watched with amusement as she placed the tumblers on the desk, sharing a drink was a good and traditional way to seal a deal. If he was being honest he could do with one right now, seeing as how tense and uncertain things had been. He caught sight of the bottle's label and a slight smile formed on his face, he'd always wanted to try authentic American bourbon. Not that he hadn't the chance earlier, but there was plenty to drink in Russia that paying exorbitant prices for imported alcohol was not his idea of sensible spending.
However, as the General mentioned her son, both he and Valentin also remembered those who were lost. Vadim was reminded that his actions meant that many parents wouldn't see their children, and many children wouldn't see their parents. He had saved many lives by destroying the town of Severomorsk, but he knew he'd damned a lot of good people as well. He shook such thoughts from his mind as he passed the tumbler to Captain Volkov while Valentin passed one to Major Zhukov. When the General proposed a toast to their alliance, she was met with a chorus of, "За здоровье! (Russian equivalent of cheers)" as they all lifted their tumblers in agreement.
Post by Tanya "Sin" Kalashnikov on Mar 17, 2017 10:41:45 GMT -5
She was wheeled into her recovery room. Her eyes went from side to side and was counting each step was taken to reach her room. It was a habit of her's in case she had to leave the building. Going through the door into the Recovery room, the nurses left her. Saying lightly to herself. "43 steps from here to the X-ray room. From the doors, go across the hallway through the double doors. Walk 59 steps and at front entrance." Resting her head for a moment, she saw the Russian Trooper that was with her. Smiling a bit at him, she looked around the room for a bit. "Бьюсь об заклад, вы и ваши коллеги по команде не ожидали, что такие вещи произойдут сегодня, когда вы проснулись с ваших коек сегодня, да?" {Translation: I bet you and your fellow team members weren't expecting things like this to happen when you awoke from your bunks today, huh?}
Her eyes fell on her equipment that he was still carrying for her, "Боже, я чувствую себя дерьмом. Надеюсь, мне не понадобится много времени, чтобы оправиться от этого и увидеть Виктора из первых рук. Мой отец высоко отзывался о нем ..." {Translation: God I feel like shit. Hopefully it won't take long for me to recover from this and get to see Viktor first hand. My father spoke highly of him...} Letting out a light sigh, she laid there trying to be comfortable as best as she could with a sore back.
"Umm...sorry?" ~Tanya after she puts a bullet into a person's head by accident.
Artyom looked at Tanya, not smiling to himself as he heard her recount the way into this room and my definition the way out. It was smart, at this point unnecessary given the presence of both him as well as the remaining three members of the unit who were here, but still smart. No doubt something either she picked up, or taught to her by her father. "Если нам нужен поспешный выход, не волнуйтесь, я уверен, что мы можем обойтись стрельбой (If we need a hasty exit, don't worry I'm sure we can make do with shooting our way out)," he said, tapping the integrated suppressor on his AS Val that was slung over his shoulder.
He took a breath as he regarded her question as well as the statement that followed, " Фактически, когда мы проснулись сегодня утром, капитан сказал, что он удивится, если у них есть русский переводчик. Так что это буквально последнее, что мы ожидали. То, что ты не можешь уйти отсюда, не означает, что Виктор не может приехать сюда, как только он закончит с офицерами (Actually when we woke up this morning, Captain said he'd be surprised if they had a Russian language translator. So sure, this is literally the last thing we expected to happen. Also just because you can't leave here, doesn't mean Viktor can't come here once he's done with the officers)."
It was at that point that the door to the recovery area opened and in stepped Vasily, followed by Pavel and Alyena. " Конечно, сержант, я бы предпочел, если бы мы не начали перестрелку здесь (Of course, Sergeant, I would prefer if we didn't start a firefight here)," said Vasily, chuckling as he approached the two, the others following at a short distance. " Адский день, а Таня? Не волнуйся, мы все понимаем, что выздоровление ужасно. Мы сделаем то, что делают хорошие отпрыски и принесут вам торжество (Hell of a day, eh Tanya? Don't worry, we all understand that recovery is terrible. We'll do what good squadmates do and bring the celebration to you)," said Vasily, a warm smile plastered on his face.
"Как в то время Павел попал в задницу (Like that time Pavel got shot in the ass)," said Alyena, a broad grin plastered on hers as she thought of the event, Vasily barely managed to suppress a laugh. It was only funny however because Pavel's injury wasn't serious seeing as it was a ricochet, and so they'd been able to laugh it off with Pavel cursing out the existence of just about everything on their way back. It had made an entry and an exit and Artyom had manged to patch him up.
"Черт, это все, что идиот Илья виноват. Слишком долго он стрелял из своей ракеты ( Shit, that was all that idiot Illya's fault. Took too long to fire his rocket)," said Pavel, shaking his head at the remembrance of the event. " По крайней мере, вы принесли хорошие вещи, когда пришли (At least you brought the good stuff when you came)," he added, shrugging.
Post by Tanya "Sin" Kalashnikov on Mar 18, 2017 10:33:48 GMT -5
Hearing Artyom's response to her counting the amount of foot steps it took to get out of the building and then followed with him tapping his silenced weapon. She nodded her head until she saw the Captain followed by two more of his team members walk into the room. Looking at them, she listened them talking back and forth which caused her to smile and eventually to laugh at the tale of how the guy was hit with a ricochet. That caused her to laugh so hard to start having tears to slide down her face. But it was also due to her pain. Holding her side tight, she had to stop laughing and tried to let the pain. Laying there trying to curl up a bit, she looked at them as the pain started to fade away.
"Итак ... кто принес Водку?" {Trans: So...who brought the Vodka?} She asked with a somewhat smile on her face as she pushed herself up and sat back against the wall at the head of the bed. Her eyes looked from one person to the other. It had been ages since she had seen another of her countrymen. Smiling more as the tears kept sliding down her face. She was speechless at this point knowing she was happy, but sad at the same time because the one person she was missing, was her father in the picture.
"Umm...sorry?" ~Tanya after she puts a bullet into a person's head by accident.
Vasily smiled as he watched her laugh, but winced as he could make out the pain she felt as a result as well. Vasily did wish that they could have gotten there earlier, if only to have saved her the pain, and also to have shot the bastards while they were in the act. There'd been no procedural nonsense at that point to save them. "Эй, успокойся. Не напрягайтесь. Про водку? Ну, мы все принесли водку. Это часть пайков (Hey, take it easy. Don't exert yourself. About the vodka? Well, we all brought vodka. It's part of rations)," he said, reaching into his pack and pulling out the bag with their day's rations in it, and then his drinking mug.
As he set the bag on the table and opened it, the others followed suit as well. First pulling out his vodka rations, he opened the rather small bottle and poured out approximately a quarter aside for Tanya into the small mug. "Вот, теперь вы можете выпить за каждого из нас. Первый - на мне. Если вы голодны, у нас есть колбаса (Here, now you can have a drink on each of us. First one's on me. If you're hungry, we've got some sausage)," said Vasily, offering the sausage over the other items seeing as it would be easier to eat.
"Это докторская колбаса. Должно быть хорошо для кого-то, выздоравливающего после травмы (This is doktorskaya kolbasa. Should be fine for someone recovering from injury)," said Alyena, turning to Artyom to see if indeed this was the case. The Spetsnaz medic nodded in agreement.
(OOC: Doktorskaya kolbasa, literally doctor's sausage, was a predominant type of mortadella-type sausage closely resembling American-style, lard-less bologna made in the USSR for as healthy food for people with stomach problems. However it's found it's way into rations seeing as it keeps well.)
Last Edit: Mar 18, 2017 13:22:07 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Andrew Michner on Mar 18, 2017 22:05:22 GMT -5
Standing inside the general's office and sharing a toast with everyone reminded President Michner that sometimes there was still a place for diplomacy in this world....even under these circumstances, he thought. After finishing the small tumbler of bourbon, he set it down on the general's desk. "Now that we've agreed to work together," Michner said, "we now need to start working on certain things...for starters, where are we going to put all the rotary aircraft that'll be needed for the operation north to Albany and for the expedition west." After a moment, he continued, "We've got room to put a bunch more helicopters into those two sporting grounds where our helicopter forces are at."
He hated being the one to bring the assembled military back down to earth, but as he looked at it, the sooner they began doing the background work, the easier things would move along when both operations eventually began and the first thing they needed to do was figure out to where all the extra Russian equipment, supplies and personnel for the two operations set to come...
Last Edit: Mar 18, 2017 22:39:44 GMT -5 by Andrew Michner
Post by Tanya "Sin" Kalashnikov on Mar 19, 2017 11:24:23 GMT -5
Tanya watched as the Captain of the team took our they're rations and was followed suite by the rest of the team. He brought forth a small vodka bottle and poured a bit of it into a mug. He was giving her some of his rations which included the kolbasa. Her eyes went wide upon seeing it. Smiling, she raised the mug up and said to them. "Новые друзья нашли, я благодарю вас за вашу поддержку и доброту. Будем надеяться, что мир и потомство распространится по всему миру, и что Земля Матери будет воссоздана из пепла новой эры. Пусть каждый из нас стареет и умирает на попечении близких, нашей семьи, наших друзей. Матери-России и новому Будущему." {Translation: New found friends, I thank you for your support and kindness. Let's hope that peace and posterity will spread across the world, and that the Mother Land will rebuild from the ashes of a new era. May we each grow old and die in the care of loved ones, our family, our friends. To Mother Russia and to a new Future.} Bringing the small mug to her lips, she downed the shot and swallowed it. Enjoying the old familiar burn running down her throat and into her stomach. Looking at the medic, she pointed at her bag and waved it to her. Upon getting it, she began to look through it until her hand found the bottle in which she was looking for. Smiling a bit more, she pulled out the 3/4 full bottle of Vodka and sat it on the tray attached to her bed.
Undoing the cap, she poured the liquor into the mug so that it was now half way filled. Picking the cup, she held it out to the Captain and said to him. "Капитан, я полагаю, что должен вам водку за то, что поделился со мной своими пайками из вашей упаковки."[Translation: Captain, I do believe I owe you some Vodka for sharing with me your rations from your pack.} Picking up the sausage, she took a small bite out of it. Closing her eyes, it had been ages since she had a Russian style meal. Savoring the flavor in her mouth, she took another bite of it, she swallowed it slowly and said softly. "Боже ... как я пропустил вкус русской еды."{Translation: God...how I have missed the taste of Russian food.}Looking at the rest, she held the bottle towards them and didn't need to ask them with words. She was asking them if they wanted some of the ten year old Vodka.
"Umm...sorry?" ~Tanya after she puts a bullet into a person's head by accident.
Admiral Sokolov couldn't help it as an appreciative look formed on his features, it was just about what he'd expected it to taste like, that didn't mean that it wasn't quite good indeed. Quite like Scotch, only with a bit more of a 'bite' to it. In any case, it was quite a pity that such a thing would be quite hard to come by. What it symbolized however was even more unlikely, and if someone had told him that he'd be sitting in West Point drinking Bourbon with it's commander and what amounted to the President of the United States, then he would have ordered that they undergo a psychological evaluation.
That was when he heard the President's mention of where to put all the new aircraft that their forces would add. He had a valid point, however the point the General made about using Albany to base some of their aircraft gave him an idea. "President Michner, I would like to repeat a suggestion made by Brigadier General McArthur mentioned, that being making use of the airbase at Albany. I do not know how many more aircraft you can sustain at your current facilities, however it would be quite possible for the airfield to be cleared out and made use of as both a forward airstrip as well as a more permanent base for your aircraft, given it's proximity."
"За здоровье! (Russian equivalent of cheers)", repeated the others as they lifted their mugs while Vasily lifted the small bottle itself and took a swig. Years of drinking vodka hadn't taken away it's potency entirely, and he still felt the warm burning sensation on his tongue, then his throat and finally in his stomach as he brought the small bottle down. "Just like after we fought the Nazis, the motherland will get back on it's feet. We'll be a prosperous nation once more. "Так же, как после того, как мы сражались с нацистами, родина вернется на свои ноги. Мы снова станем процветающей нацией. Даже если нам придется перестраивать наши города за кирпичом (Just like after we fought the Nazis, the motherland will get back on it's feet. We'll be a prosperous nation once more. Even if we have to rebuild our cities brick by brick)," he said.
He then watched as after Artyom brought the pack to her she pulled out a bottle of vodka, about three quarters full, then pouring out a quarter of it's contents in to the mug. He took the mug with a nod of thanks, and when the bottle was offered to the others, Pavel took the bottle and after taking the other's mugs, he poured out enough for each of them as well as leaving an equal amount for Tanya in the bottle, then handing her the bottle back. Smiling to himself, Vasily held his mug up, "Разделить дары Родины с нашим новым другом, даже на этой чужбине. Однажды сражались вместе с американцами, как наши великие дедушки и бабушки (To sharing the bounties of the Motherland with our new friend, even in this foreign land. To fighting alongside the Americans like our Great Grandparents once did)," said Vasily, a genuinely happy look on his face.
It wasn't that that he thought that Tanya's toast wasn't good, it was just customary for a unit's commanding officer to propose a toast at a time like this. Once more, the others in his unit replied with a call of, " За здоровье (cheers)!"
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Mar 20, 2017 23:11:58 GMT -5
Seeing the admiral's bemused expression, General McArthur smiled and said, "I can just imagine what your thinking to some extent; imagine if the tables were turned," pausing as she closed the bottle of Old Forester and set it back inside a desk drawer, "and we were having this conversation at the....," pausing as she tried to remember what the Russian military equivalent to West Point was, "....I believe its' the Frnuze Military Academy, if my memory serves me correctly," adding as memories of that visit came back to her, "though as a military engineer by trade, I would've preferred the Timoshenko Academy for the meeting, which is where I believe your military trained its' engineers.
"I actually got to visit that academy back in the late 1990's, Admiral Sokolov, with a military delegation from the OSCE - there were about forty of us: Americans, Brits, Canadians, Norwegians, even Germans...a couple of months later, a reciprocal group of Russian officers visited Ft. Leonard Wood in central Missouri where our engineers are trained...all around, it was the type of person-to-person kind of military diplomacy the world could've used a helluva lot of more of over the years." After a few more moments of reminiscing, McArthur continued. "Anyway, unless there's any objections, I'd like to show you and the others, Admiral, around West Point, point out the various locations here....any objections?"
Admiral Sokolov smiled, likely if the tables had been turned he would not be having the meeting with the General, or more likely if Russia was as badly affected as the United States was, he would likely not be alive to see such a thing happen. "Timoshenko is one of the Russian military academies that train engineers, yes, the other one is VV Kuybyshev. Timoshenko started as an academy teaching chemical warfare and defense against such weapons, only recently did it become an academy for military engineers," said Admiral Sokolov, smiling to himself. "Ah, yes, I remember hearing about that. You are right, if only us military officers spoke to each others. Otherwise it's like..." his voice trailed off as he tried to remember what word it was that he was looking for, "chinese whispers."
After the General asked about whether there would be any objections to being shown around West Point, Admiral Sokolov looked to his fellow officers, who didn't show any indication that they had any, and then at Senior Lieutenant Zaitsev, who nodded to signify that he and his three Spetsnaz were ready. Nodding back, he turned back to the General and smiled, "None whatsoever."
Post by Tanya "Sin" Kalashnikov on Mar 22, 2017 9:39:29 GMT -5
Watching everyone getting some of the Vodka, she just smiled as the bottle came back to her hands. Turning her head a bit, she listened to the toast that Vasily was proposing to them. When he was done, she raised the bottle up and joined in with the rest. "За здоровье (cheers)" Bringing the bottle to her lips, she kicked her head backwards and downed the rest of the alcohol. The now empty bottle was on the tray as she shook her head a bit from the stronger burning feeling of her Vodka. It was stronger which caused her to shake her head once to the side. Letting out a slow breath, she leaned against the wall and watched everyone. The pain was next to gone with because of the Alcohol she had just consumed.
Thinking for a moment, Tanya cleared her throat and began to sing a song she had learned a long time ago. She was hoping that at least one of them would know what she was singing. "У нас есть много городов здесь, в России, Вы не могли сосчитать их на пальцах ног. Каждый год они становятся немного красивее, Похоронен в солнечном свете и снегах.
В Ростове хэш - это качество. Размер будет взорвать ваш разум. В Москве это чертов кокс. В Челябинске вы просто подымаетесь.
Но в Питере вы пьете! В Питере вы пьете! В Питере, за литрами, вы пьете!
Теперь я сделал свою долю путешествия. Я сделал что-то, что нужно запомнить и забыть. Я даже обратился к Ямалу, И увидел вещи, которые заставили бы вас потеть.
И, несмотря на все дерьмо, которое вы видите, Я люблю свою страну сердцем. Эта песня действительно о туризме, И это для туристов, я представляю это искусство." {Translation: We've got a lot of cities here in Russia, You couldn't count them on your toes. Every year they get a little prettier, Buried in the sunlight and the snows.
In Rostov the hash is quality. The size will blow your mind. In Moscow it's fucking coke. In Chelyabinsk you just get high, you find.
But in Peter, you drink! In Peter, you drink! In Peter, by liters, you drink!
Now I've done my share of traveling. I've done things to remember and to forget. I even made out to Yamal, and saw things that would make you sweat.
And despite all the shit you see, I love my country with my heart. This song is really about tourism, and it's to the tourists I present this art.}
"Umm...sorry?" ~Tanya after she puts a bullet into a person's head by accident.
After everyone had taken their shots, Artyom thought he was hearing things when he heard Tanya singing. While Vasily smiled and shook his head, Artyom just smiled, recognising the song immediately. In many ways the song the song was right, seeing as St Petersburg was the 'cultural capital' of Russia. As far as songs went, it was a little strange to sing, but nonetheless he joined in with the second verse as he'd heard the group sing it the first time,
"В Ростове хэш - это качество.
Размер будет взорвать ваш разум.
В Москве это чертов кокс.
В Челябинске вы просто подымаетесь.
Но в Питере вы пьете!
В Питере вы пьете!
В Питере, за литрами, вы пьете!
(In Rostov the hash is quality.
The size will blow your mind.
In Moscow it's fucking coke.
In Chelyabinsk you just get high, you find.
But in Peter, you drink!
In Peter, you drink!
In Peter, by liters, you drink! )"
He poured out half of what was left in his bottle into his mug and then handed the bottle to Tanya to replace her now empty vodka bottle. As a medical officer, he shouldn't have been encouraging this, but she was going to have a drink on all of them or until they all just collapsed. Eh, what was life worth living if you couldn't let loose every once in a while in any case.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5