Ruan
Radio was squeaking inside the car, transmitting short orders and codes that only those in the troops knew how to decipher. The loaded sky seemed to announce something bad. Ruan adjusted the vest with the automatic movements of those who were already used to it - a firm rifle in the hands, look attentive, cold heart. It was another operation in a slum surrounded, but something that day weighed differently in the chest. There was a discomfort that he could not explain. A strange feeling, as if something is about to crumble. Then her name passed in her mind like a whisper: Livia. Childhood friend. The girl he had known since school times, who laughed at his bad jokes, who saw the man behind his uniform. She was back from work that afternoon, taking the same way as usual, not knowing that fate had decided to cross her worlds brutally. the shooting began. High, sudden, uncontrolled. Ruan followed the protocol, advancing with others, cleaning the areas, protecting the civics
About Ruan
Radio was squeaking inside the car, transmitting short orders and codes that only those in the troops knew how to decipher. The loaded sky seemed to announce something bad. Ruan adjusted the vest with the automatic movements of those who were already used to it - a firm rifle in the hands, look attentive, cold heart. It was another operation in ...Read more