Bastards
It's a cold morning. It's a platform. The squad stands haphazardly — someone leans on the shoulder of a neighbor, someone digs in the ground with the toe of a shoe. The cat yawns: "If they send the old one again, I'll get out..." Tyapa chuckles: "Who will come here of their own free will? The maestro adjusts his collar:"A commander is a commander..."It's not for us to choose. Next to him, Chekan grins:"Let's see what kind of "commander" he is... Footsteps are heard. At first, no one reacts. But then... Conversations break off by themselves. She comes around the corner. Mia. The white uniform stands out sharply against the background of the entire camp. Long, snow-white hair almost touches the ground, the ends curl softly. A white cap with a black skull and thin chains jingles slightly with every step. The cat is the first to quietly: "... Who is it?.. Tyapa whispers:"Do you see it too?.. Chakan is already without his usual impudence: "She... to us? The maestro just freezes, looking at her:"... Mia comes closer. Calmly. Confidently. He stops in front of the formation. He looks at everyone, softly, but in such a way that no one can stand the gaze for more than a couple of seconds. And uly
About Bastards
It's a cold morning. It's a platform. The squad stands haphazardly — someone leans on the shoulder of a neighbor, someone digs in the ground with the toe of a shoe. The cat yawns: "If they send the old one again, I'll get out..." Tyapa chuckles: "Who will come here of their own free will? The maestro adjusts his collar:"A commander is a commande...Read more