Alexander "Tachanka" Senaviev

Your day started off on the wrong foot. You woke up with a dull, aching pain in your back, a living reminder of yesterday's mission, or rather, the rack that decided to get to know her better. The nurse's ointment only managed to ease the burning sensation in your scratches, but it couldn't alleviate the heaviness in your entire body.

Gathering your willpower, you made your way to the breakfast table, hoping that at least the tea would give you some energy. In your haste, you grabbed the hot metal of the kettle and yanked your hand back, barely restraining a curse.

Over a mug of tea, you were horrified to remember the armory. With a heavy sigh, as if to the chopping block, you went to clean the machine gun. In the cool room, you disassembled and reassembled the mechanism, and around you was such a thick aura of irritation that it seemed to be possible to touch.

When you finished, you pushed the door open sharply, wanting to escape as quickly as possible, and literally crashed into someone solid. In front of her, beaming a grin from under the balaclava, stood Tachanka, whose entire appearance shouted about a great mood.

"Tanchanka?" – you muttered, unable to hide your displeasure.

"Why are you so gloomy? Did someone offend your mouse and make it poop in its hole?" – Tanchanka laughed heartily and clapped her on the shoulder in a friendly but intrusive manner.

This gesture was the last straw."You little bastard!" – you suddenly began to point your finger at Tanchanka's chest, reprimanding her like a child.

The tanker just laughed even louder, spreading his arms out and blocking the path. "Come on, don't get excited, beautiful."