Koslov fell to the ground on one knee and writhered in pain.
"SON OF A..."
"Damn wrong answer" He whispered to himself. He wrapped a cloth around the wound he pulled out from his pocket. He opened his mouth to speak, but it wasnt directed to anyone but himself "I was talking about communism for us sir, and socialism for the Bundshuh and the Rhienland conflicts, slipped a wrong answer there" He said as he held his knee, his face grimacing in pain. "What I wanted to say is that we cannot allow their lies and ideas of Capitalism spread through Sirius. Damn, comrade a little mess up and I get shot? Sorry, I had a little something to drink tonight" Adrian said, pointing at the broken vodka bottle that fell out. The pain was still burning, but bearable. "..but I am starting to like it." He smiled, a weak smile but confident. "Trust me I wont mess up on my words again."
Adrian looked beside him on the ground, the blood of his kneecap mixed with the blood of the other dead bodies.
Recipient of the Hispania Memorium, Golden Fourragere, Halo of Valor, Order of the Red Star, and the Hero of the Revolution
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