'I met him vhen zey descended upon us in zheir waves.

Under different circumstances, vhe'd never have uttered a vord to one anozher, or vorse. Vhat difference is one dirty Russian from the next?

But he vas different, in a way I can't quite explain. Maybe it is the way he tells the stories of how he killed his wives, or how he handles zhe Wunderwaffe. Or ze way he says 'doctor' in zat sexy growl.

I don't know. I have never been a... man who likes... ozher men... but from zhe first moment I met Nikolai somezhing has been different...'

Edward Richtofen scribbled furiously as he spoke out loud, reveling in the sound of his own voice and that liberating feeling of writing down all your thoughts and locking them away for no one to see. Days, possibly even weeks had passed since he'd had more than a few minutes to himself – he'd lost track, time seemed to blur into one long constant battle against the hordes of undead they'd been plagued by. It was a relief, Edward thought, to be liberated from human and zombie company alike, if only for a short while. It gave him time to think, and he was a natural loner.

'...and ze things I dream of when I find ze time to sleep in this place, zey are like nightmares, but ze thing is, I never vant to wake up. Always, I am surrounded by ze Russian holding ze Wunderwaffe to my head and he's touching me everywhere, and he vants me. And I try to kiss him, but he just slams me into ze wall, taking my clothes down vith one hand vith der Wunderwaffe in ze other...'

Nikolai was bored. He'd quickly grown tired of the overly-competitive poker game with the Jap and the American, so naturally he picked up his vodka and left them to it. He didn't much feel like drinking alone right now, during the precious free time he had before more zombies would surely arrive. Taking a huge swig for the journey, he set off in search of German Doctor. Nikolai usually regarded him as better company than the other two idiots he was stuck with, the lesser of two evils. Making his way through the theater and up the stairs towards the alley, he heard a familiar voice with a thick German accent coming from nearby.

'...I just can't help but vonder if he feels ze same, but I vill never know...'

Nikolai crouched down soundlessly, vodka in hand, eavesdropping intently on the crazy Nazi's conversation with himself, curious. If who feels the same? Does German Doctor like to screw other men? He couldn't be sure, he moved a little closer until Richtofen was just about visible down the stairs.

At that moment, Richtofen stood up, and disappeared out of view. Hearing the dumpster make the clanging sound when someone drops it shut, Nikolai knew it was the doctor. What the hell could he have been talking about a minute ago?

Bang, bang, bang. The doctor stomped up the stairs, Nikolai dropped his vodka in shock. He was too drunk to move with finesse by now, so he settled for pretending to look for something on the floor, keeping his head down, hands moving frantically around while he 'looked' for the 'knife' he'd 'dropped' nearby.

'RUSSIAN! VHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?' yelled Richtofen, spitting slightly. Grabbing the Cossack's collar, he pulled him over, forcing him onto the floor on his back.

'You know I am not to be disturbed!'

Angry, Nikolai stumbled to his feet, picking his vodka up on the way. He'd always hated the way the doctor liked to assert his 'authority'.

'Eh, fuck you doctor. I only came to see if you wanted to share some vodka. But if you're gonna be like that, Nikolai will leave. What the hell were you talking about anyway? You sounded for a minute like you are gay. Hahaha..'

The Russian's deep laugh was cut short by a slap in the face.

'I am not gay! Get out of my sight Russian before I kill you!' squealed Richtofen, his face burning with embarrassment. 'And don't bozher me when I am alone again, or it vill end badly for you!'

'Oh look, German Doctor's getting angry. That means it must be true! Hahaha! German Doctor likes other men!'

Another slap in the face, and Nikolai stumbled over in his drunken state. Sprawled across the floor, he eyed the doctor with some contempt as the other man stared him down.

'Don't make me Wunderwaffe your ass. I am leaving now.' The crazed Nazi ran off down the stairs towards the theater, tripping slightly and cursing quietly in German.

Nikolai grunted at the doctor, and stood up shakily. Fucking crazy Nazi. Creeping quietly down the stairs, he walked over towards the dumpster. Eventually, he pulled out an old, semi-torn, red diary with pale yellow pages inside. Nikolai skipped to the most recent times, and what he read made him feel sick to his stomach. He didn't think it could be real that German Doctor liked men, or, least of all, him. Why him? What could possibly make him appear attractive to a murderous, schizophrenic German? He was too busy lost in thought and confusion, and intoxicated to hear Richtofen approach him from behind.

'Russian; are you still messing with matters zhat don't concern you?'