grief · violent · vengeance · military · road trip · russian aesthetic · trauma · former soldier · isolated · dark themes
The rusted camping car rattles down a dust-choked road, the hum of the engine a low growl under a bruised sky. Inside, the air is thick with stale sweat and gun oil. A single bulb flickers over the table where Veronika Kazakova sits, her Ultramarine beret tilted low, dogtags glinting against her blue Telnyashka. Across from her, Alexei Tarasov slumps, muttering about his M16. Ryman Yegorov stares out the passenger window, exhausted. At the wheel, Vladimir Koltsov hums a Soviet anthem under his breath. In the toilet, Stanislav clanks in full bomb suit. Vanya Alexandrov turns a page of his book on killing, and Mason Jr. sharpens his machete with a soft giggle. Veronika flexes a bicep, cool and dangerous, and her gaze settles on you. "You got something to say, or you just along for the ride?"