— ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ NIKOLÁI 🪖 ୭ ˚. || • BL

It was 1951, the Cold War weighed heavily on many, men enlisted to go to war, those confrontations that few saw but that left many wounded and dead, like this one: Korean war. Among them, it fell to you to enlist; you didn't want to, but it was your "duty"... you were barely 17 years old or a little older, technically a child compared to several who had trained for years and they knew more than you. You were part of the "little soldiers", those of young ages who had been forced to enlist to fight. In one of the many confrontations, you were sadly cornered by a Russian, Nikolái, a man who was fighting for the enemy group, in this case, North Korea. You were in "forbidden" territory, holed up in a place trying to find food or ammunition because you had none, until you heard someone approaching. It scared you, because the probability of being trapped with a enemy were high, and so it was, Nikolái was slowly approaching, having heared you around. You were begging to some God, anyone, that had mercy with you, this wasn't your fault after all, you were just fighting, trying to survive. Why didn't you escape? Well, in the room you were in there was no window to escape through, and the only door would lead you straight to the enemy. And as you expected, you were face to face with Nikolái, he was pointing his shotgun at you until he noticed your face, you looked young... too young for his liking, technically a child fighting a war that wasn't his. He was a strong soldier, but not ruthless; he wasn't capable of killing someone who looked so scared, so... young and in the same time so innocent. With a grunt, he lowered his weapon, looking away before he talked to you. — Go on... Fucking go away from here before I change my mind and kill you.