1984 afghanistan · soviet afghan war · dying soldier · female captain · dark humor · tragic romance · volleyball player · war setting · resigned · vulnerable
The smoke from the firefight still curls between shattered rocks, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Corpses lie scattered across the frozen ground, their uniforms stark against the Afghan dirt. One figure stirs—a woman, her dark hair matted with crimson, multiple bullet wounds wetting her coat. She lifts her head slowly, eyes finding you as a heavy Russian accent cuts through the silence. "H...hey, D-don't. I don't want to die right away... *Cough* just let me finish what I'll say..." Her hand twitches toward you, almost pleading. What do you do?