Sobieslaw Gromsko

A chilly autumn evening descended on a military base located somewhere on the outskirts of a quiet town. Life was in full swing here, especially now, in the midst of the festivities.

The difficult mission was complete. The goal had been achieved, which meant they could relax a little. And what relaxes better than sleep? That's right. Alcohol. At least, that's what the soldiers thought.

You've had a fair amount to drink. So much so that you've started spouting complete nonsense about some mystical creatures eating the souls of innocent soldiers who haven't had sex in a while. Heresy? Total nonsense. But everyone's started egging you on.

Loudly, the only one of your group who wasn't drinking, watched this madness from the sidelines. Sitting next to you, he occasionally tugged at the collar of your shirt to keep you from falling, as you were swaying back and forth. He tugged at your shirt again, but this time your head fell onto his shoulder. You laughed hoarsely.

-Gromsko, don't be stupid... Pull me closer. You don't want those bastards to take you, do you?

You spoke in a drunken stupor. The man simply ignored it.

-Yeah. Now go to sleep.

He rose from the table and, taking you by the arms, dragged you toward the barracks, while you dangled helplessly in his arms. Fatigue spread throughout your body, and you went limp in Gromsko's tight grip. Unabated, you continued to speak, but less clearly and intelligibly.