Unexpected

Yurich

Counting weapons in the shed in Kislokan at the abandoned site set up for us to use as an ammunition counting point, far enough from prying eyes and close enough to my eyes.

"Dobriev, look who it is. " I told my new UnderBoss, after discovering a few months ago that large loads were being hijacked from routes I quickly killed the idiots and put him in the highest office for being a loyal man.

Rats persist in trying to take the throne, they are like a plague that infests and replicates through the sewers, they should know that sitting in hell burns and dying at the hands of the devil is miserable torture, for none of them will last long in my hands.

No one should know that we are here, in other words, someone has given it away, at least I already have some names that I listed just to separate the weapons that will be sent to Brazil, the land where weapons are always missing.

"Boss I put safety devices in the shed, we can blow everything up with them inside" Dobriev spoke quickly, as the sound of tires against the beaten earth approached.

The man is the best I have, besides being loyal, which is indispensable, so giving him the job was not to protect him but to honor all the gallons of blood he has shed along with all the scars he has for the Bratva. I put my hand to the side and pull the Glock attached to the belt on the side of the social pants nodding in positive for him to prepare one of the bombs that are in the boxes, I walk to the window in order to check or try to identify who the idiots are, I see the cars that turn the corner of the dirt road speeding to pass through the gate of the property, looking the men inside the cars, I am unable to recognize them. 

"They are not Russian Dobriev "I notice and stare at the perplexed look on the soldier's face as he places the last bomb under a false board, the ammunition will be lost by the explosion but that is no problem as long as I can catch these rats loose in my yard.

I wish I could look them in the face to understand if they are Italians getting help from some fucking traitor, but I will never let them take advantage of my territory.

"Hurry up, kid," I order with anger reverberating in my voice, watching the soldier's agile movements. 

He finished fiddling with some wires and raised his body to get ready, holding the gun in one hand and the detonator in the other. I placed myself behind some boxes taking a position not to be hit while the men began to enter the shed paying attention to the movements I started to shoot in their direction taking advantage of the full comb of the gun a little annoyed for not having time to spoil them the way I would like, I aimed and hit one in the head and then another coming behind in the neck when I felt a blow to the head making me a little dizzy, when I turned I felt the blood of the idiot splashing on my face, like a shower of paint.

"You're getting old anyway, Chief." The idiot's voice comes out laughing.

"I'll show you the old man when I kick your ass later, let's enjoy it while they go reload their weapons," I speak quickly.

Our guns were unloaded, as soon as the shooting stopped we ran like teenagers towards the second exit of the shed, with the invaders screaming at our backs and for a moment with a real chance of dying, I laugh, my soldier must think I lost my mind for good. I look back seeing the men close enough.

"Blow this shit up they are gaining on us, Fuck!"- I yell at the man.

"You may want to die, but I don't fucking want to, run faster."

The deafening blast of the bomb along with the impact on my back made me fly, I felt a burning pain in my stomach understanding that I had been hit falling to the ground, putting the last forces to raise my head fighting with Yudovich a Caporegime of Novgorod. 

I wanted to understand what they were talking about because the hatred was screaming for blood, but all I could feel was the darkness getting the better of the damage doing its effect, the pain of the shot in my abdomen, just broke into a smile.

I must have passed out, awake for short moments with almost no lucidity. Feeling the flashes of people screaming as I struggle to open my eyes, I see a white ceiling, the blinding light hurting my parched eye sockets, the voice of the idiot who is my only friend yelling at someone, maybe he felt my gaze because now he is yelling at me, while I open a short smile with effort. 

I can't respond, I can't pronounce that he is an idiotic brat and therefore needs to stay alive. I feel all my strength draining away, being lost, I am swallowed by the cold and embraced by a dark cloak. 

Consciousness goes into the darkness and comes back in a ticking tick like the beats of a wristwatch marking what I imagine to be the last moments, the red hair shining with life her white back on the horizon wearing a white dress, I can smell the sweet perfume bringing an unknown emotion.

I would never be able to enter paradise to meet her, so why does this voice sound like an angel's?  

Try to concentrate but being attracted by the melody of the different timbre I feel a heat burning inside when listening to her, wanting to open my eyes to see if she is as beautiful as her voice, being overcome by tiredness. 

" don't know who you are, but wake up anh, I've done a great job for you to deliver the points like this, I've been told who you are, that friend of yours is a pain in the ass even. You're a crime dear, beautiful, and dangerous." - And such a contagious laugh filled the silence and the loneliness I felt reaffirming the desire to open my eyes to see her "Look well, I have to go" - The feeling of closeness is gone I heard the door slam, managing to open my eyes with a dry throat, realizing the clarity of the room noticing I was in a hospital, getting irritated for not finding her.

The dry throat causes discomfort and the anger for being alive hits me with everything.

I hear the door open and try to turn my head, hoping to see the woman who was talking to me wanting to understand how she was able to force my soul out of limbo.

"For God's sake! He woke up " I recognize the voice for a minute I am disappointed. Was it an illusion or a dream? 

Hands on my shoulders bring me back to the moment 

"Who was Dobriev here?" -My throat fails me and I am bothered by hoarseness.

I bring my hand to the glass of water beside me, holding my hand he fills the glass with water, bringing the paper cup closer to my lips I take it in one long gulp groaning at the feel of the liquid against my sore throat. 

"Is this your first question after the near-death experience?" - I feel my body shaking with the minimal effort made, my head spinning, and the voice continues to roll through my mind as if I am rescuing the soul I don't have from purgatory. Doctors rush into the room, asking silly questions and examining every part, no voice like that no trace of the mermaid.

 Meanwhile, Dobriev stands motionless in the back of the room watching everything, his gaze alert, curious, and a slight glint. His face I notice now with a scar on his eyebrow, his hand bandaged, and the usual look mixed with idiotic sarcasm.

I wait for everyone to leave to ask again, but soon he answers before I utter the words.

"Only doctors and nurses enter"

I look up, remembering the soft voice, the perfect melody and how I wished I could open my eyes once again to find the owner, overcome by the need to find out who she was, what she did, and why she brought me back when I just wanted to get out of this martyrdom once and for all. 

Someone with such a lovely and pure voice should have a little more sense of danger when waving so sweetly in front of the devil's delirium, now I want to drag her into this sea of lava that carries all the debauchery of my soul, wanting to corrupt and punish her. Mainly for making me want to have another angel in my sheets.