Authors Note: My first language was Russian,despite being born in Boston, so I made the Heavy's accent more Russian at the end using my knowledge of Russian consonants. Also, I would like constructive criticism. This is my first Fan Fiction.

Igor Alexeyavich Pushka sat on his couch. He was tired. He always was, it seemed, ever since he turned 70. He's 85, and things haven't exactly gotten better.

It been many years since he last saw his friends, let alone remember them. You don't think about those things when you lose your family. You think about them. And how much of their lives you missed, and shall never be in again.

Slowly, his eyes shut on themselves. He fought back, not wanting to miss out on his own, but he was too weak to fight the oncoming sleep.

Even though the bear of a man had a poor memory, his subconscious processed his old memories in sleep. Igor, however, being the old man he is, forgot them upon waking up. This time was no different, and the memories came flooding in.

Only one, however, was dominant.

The announcer's voice came over the P. A. "5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" and the alarm turned on.

Igor saw his twin brother running across the field with his own Medic behind him, his own Übercharge prepared. The Medic of his brother was the twin of his own. Every one on each team seemed to have a twin, and the pair was no exception.

"Charge me doktor!" Igor yelled at his medic, named Fegelein. In any other situation, he would have reservations about killing his twin, but everybody on either team knew there was a respawn, so death wasn't permanent, just a small inconvenience and a setback. There was however, pain, which is what the medics were there for.

In the fight, every brawler had a certain tolerance for pain, and when there was too much, they died of a hemorrhage. All the signals going to the brain can get a bit much.

Suddenly, the boy, Billy went running through the gates. Almost instantly, he was chewed up in midair by the minigun ammo during one of his trademark double jumps.

"Now, doktor!" The urgency in Igor's voice was getting getting stronger. His twin was getting closer. Fegelein's twin brother, Jödel, was starting to pull the trigger on the medigun. Everything seemed to go into slow motion that moment.

Multiple things happened as the world seemed to slow down. First, the dumb BLU, Jane Doe, fired his rocket launcher into the barrel of the other soldier, John Doe, as he was firing. The predictable happened, and both the rocket launchers exploded, tearing off each of their right arms. They immediately pulled out their shovels and started hitting each other in the head with them. Both of them were right handed, so the hits obviously weren't strong enough to hurt anybody. It was like they were playing with each other in the way the teams tend to do before the round starts.

Next, the demoman pulled out his Ullapool Caber, and hit himself on the head with it, probably thinking it was his bottle. At the same moment, the area near the RED Base grew a mushroom cloud, probably due to the same drunken shit. The demoman, obviously, did not survive, and all that was left of him was a small pile of ashes which quickly blew away.

The final event that occurred that moment was the charge. Suddenly, Efim, Igor's brother, turned a deep shade of red and his eyes started glowing.

"Иди к чорту, геганская блядь!" (Go to hell, you giant whore!) Efim yelled at the top of his lungs at his brother.

Igor, the stubborn man that he is, started spinning up his gun. Although, deep within his mega baboon heart, he knew that only a miracle would save him now. Suddenly, he felt his heart rate increase, and he now felt at the top of the world.

Fegelein ordered "Now go!" and Igor obeyed. He shot bullet after bullet at his brother, coming closer and closer to him.

By the time Jödel's übercharge ended, they were only centimeters away from each other. Efim, no longer invulnerable, was instantly killed and was thrown like a ragdoll against Jödel, who was then killed by the bullets passing through Efim, and by the momentum of the rather large Russian.

Fegelein's übercharge ended. Igor strapped Sasha to his back, turned around, and hugged his medic, nearly crushing him, and yelled "You did vell!"

Igor suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and died by spy.