A/N: I edited a little bit of the previous two chapters, I noticed a few mistakes that I fixed up. In this chapter we will get the Russian's names, and in the next chapter we will meet someone new! Enjoy!
The Russians began speaking amongst each other as soon as Donny had untied them from the tree. The younger man in the group sat in between the rest of the men and his other two comrades. The older looking man, the one who was probably their commanding officer, had wrapped a bandage around the lady's arm. Several moments passed, Aldo was going to give them a minute to cool down so he could learn their names. He was not going to feel guilty about this, Hugo sure wasn't, so neither was he.
"Okay, woman, what are your damn names. If you're going to be staying for a while I'm going to need to know what to call you."
"My name is Ekaterina. That is Nikolai and my leytenánt is Ivan."
"Okay, I'm gonna assume you went and said that that is your lieutenant."
"That is what I said, leytenánt."
"Lieutenant."
"Leytenánt."
"What the fuck ever lady, so you're Kat, that's Nick, and that's Ivan. Gotcha."
"You mishear what I say. I am Ekaterina and that is Nikolai."
"Yeah, those ain't no names I ever heard of."
"Then what is your names?"
"I'm Aldo, that's Donny and Smithson, you've met Hugo," he chuckles, "and that's Wilhelm, Omar, Hirschberg."
"Those are not names I ever heard of."
"I don't give a fuck what you call me, I don't know about any of them, but I'm sure if you say their names wrong they'll live through it."
"Yes well I might as well call you pizda (cunt)," she turned to Nikolai who sucked in a sharp breath and then seemed to reprimand her while Ivan just grinned at her and shook his head.
"I don't know what that means, I ain't gonna ask."
"Better if you don't. Now I have questions for you."
"Oh you do? Well go on, ask us."
"What are you Americans doing out in the woods?"
"We're killin' Nazi's."
"Yes, that is obvious, but you are in the middle of France that is occupied by Germans. Not a good place for American soldier."
"We were sent here. Those were our orders."
"To kill Nazi's in the woods?"
"Well, actually, we are supposed to make contact with some Brit in a few days."
"That is where you are going?"
"Yes, we're gonna pack up in a couple days."
"Why are you meeting with the British person?"
"They want to talk about a movie theater or somethin'."
"If we had time to watch movie in the middle of war that is what I would do."
"Well, a bunch of Nazi's will be goin' in that theater. And we blow the theater up with them inside I'd reckon it'd take care of most of our problems."
"I understand now."
"That all your damn questions?"
"Yes. But what do we do now?"
"Make yourselves useful."
So these men would be rendezvousing with some British person hiding out in the French countryside? Well the only thing Ekaterina knew to do was to get home, but she was a long way from home, so she was stuck helping these bastards. The following days were very rich in cultural enlightenment. Which was basically Ekaterina discovering how distrusting they were of Ekaterina's ability to handle herself. Ivan and Nikolai had been so nice to her when she was assigned to the group of soldiers under Ivan. They not only trusted her, but believed in her capability. The Americans acted like babies when she shot things and got wood. She wasn't put in the army to cook, what were they expecting? Nikolai told her to not cause a fuss, but she could tell after a while he was angry at them for mutilating her arm. He and Ivan probably feared there was worse to come, because the war had not been so nice for any of them, but Ekaterina told them she did not think they were plotting anything. Either way, in a few days, they would have to pack up what little they had with them and go on some hiking expedition to the rendezvous point. Wherever that even was, and to meet whoever they were even meeting. Between the three of them they still had plenty of bullets, so if anything went wrong at least they could defend themselves.
A/N: So we know that they will be meeting a Brit, but it's not the Brit you think. Who will it be then?
