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This is mini story set 3 days after the first/second chapter of Passion. (Remember, WWII in Russia?)
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Who Luschka left behind
My name is Kristina.
I live in Moscow, Russia. The date is October 18th 1941.
My sister, Luschka, died 3 days ago. They said she was with Daniil, a boy I know she's been involved with lately. No one has seen him since, we assume he was killed with her. You'd have thought, in the middle of a war, they'd have been more careful... My poor Baba, she's totally distraught. We'd seen Luschka just a few minutes before she took off. She blames herself for not listening to me and leaving town earlier.
I tried to run after Lu, to follow her, but Baba stopped me. We should get to Moscoviches, she had said, before they close their basement. The last I saw of my sister was her disappear into the crowd of trench diggers, almost hurriedly, like she was chasing something, or someone.
Probably Daniil. That boy had been the death of both of them. I'm convinced that Luschka had been skipping work to be with him – what was stopping her from having a little get-together in the middle of a war? She'd lost all sense of initiative...
I don't know if I blame that boy. She never really introduced him to me properly, I don't even know how they'd met. She didn't speak of him much either, just answering the questions I asked, then going quiet. Baba blames him. She often has moments where she brakes down in tears, cursing young love, the Nazis, even herself. I'm the only thing she has left and the only one to calm her down.
"She's with mother, father and Grandfather now," I always say. "They'll be looking after her."
I stay strong infront of her. Of corse, when she's out of sight, I break down in tears. I may be the only one left for Baba, but she's all I have too. Loss hurts. I miss Luschka so much.
She's gone, and she's not coming back.