How a heart became cold, chapter 2
In the car were three other officers, all looking at him hatefully. They all knew he was a city, and they were jealous of him. Moscow didn't really understand how they could envy him, he lived in a dark, dirty basement, he had Russia for dad, and he was sent as an officer even though he was just 15 years old. He quietly sat beside one of the men, looking down. The officer shifted away from him.
-Николай Иванович Бранинский, is that it? -asked another man, looking slightly friendlier than the others.
-Д-да...
-Здравствуйте, я зовут Владимир Лукич Смирнов.
Vladimir introduced the other men.
-This one is Сергей... I don't know his full name though.
The so called Sergei lifted his head and looked at them. He had light blonde hair and blue eyes, and a scar on his left cheek. He smirked.
-So you're Брагинский, да? -he asked.
-Д-да... But... What's your last name...? -Moscow answered, trying not to stutter.
-Алексеев. Now shut the fuck up. And stop stuttering, it's annoying.
Nikolai looked down, staying quiet for the rest of the ride. There was 5 other men in the car. One had dark blond hair and his uniform was slightly older that the other's. He himself looked a bit older. An other one had light brown hair and green eyes, and looked really tall. He was staring at the ceiling, a bottle of vodka in one of his hand. The other ones were staring at him, some hatefully, some jealously, but no one looked friendly.
When they arrived at the train station, they all got out of the car. The older officer ordered them to a passenger car at the beginning of the train, the place they would live in during the journey. When they passed in front of one of the cattle cars, some prisoners were staring at them. Some were women with their children, some were elderly people. They all looked miserable, all packed up in those dirty cattle cars. Moscow stopped, feeling their gazes on him, and fell on the ground, finally crying, not able to hold back his tears anymore. He sobbed, holding his suitcase, not able to look at those people. The older officer stopped and slapped him across the face.
-Why are you crying, you idiotic kid!? ,the man yelled. They're just stupid pigs!
Moscow tried to stop, but the tears just wouldn't cease to fall down his burning cheeks.
-Get up!
The man lifted him up, looking really angry. Moscow wiped away his tears with his sleeve, catching his breath. He looked at who seemed to be his superior and quickly apologized, stuttering.
-П-простите...
He sniffed, wanting to cry. Those people... He couldn't support the sight of these persons. They were so pitiful that he felt the sudden urge to kill himself because he felt so guilty. He would have to hurt them, to laugh at them, to shoot some of them... He just couldn't bring himself to think about it. He walked toward the passenger car and climbed in, installing his suitcase on of the small beds, claiming it. Vladimir soon joined him, taking the bed on top of his.
-Hey, why did you do that earlier? -asked the man, slightly concerned.
-Я-я не знаю... I-I just felt so... Guilty! I-I don't want to be here... I-I don't want to hurt them... I-I just want to kill myself!
Vladimir looked at the younger boy in the eyes.
-Listen. You must /not/ kill yourself. I know that you're a city and that you will come back to life, but don't do it. It would show how weak you are. Never show your weaknesses, because the others will take advantages of them and hurt you. I know that they don't like you, that's why I'm telling you this. Пожалуйста, get along with everybody's way to treat the prisoners, because otherwise you'll be rejected. Пожалуйста.
Nikolai's eyes grew teary again as he suddenly hugged the older man, who just hugged him back awkwardly, but understanding that he needed a hug.
-Shhh... It's okay... -said Vladimir, patting the other's back as he sobbed.
The young boys kept sobbing in the other's coat, unable to stop. The tears continued falling, and stopped only after about 2 minutes. Moscow tried to catch his breath, wiping his tears away.
-С-спасибо... -he sniffed.
-Пожалуйста...
Vladimir smiled slightly, trying to comfort the smaller boy.
-Hey, it's okay... I will take your turn so you will have a good sleep, да?
-A-are you sure I-it's okay with you...? -Nikolai asked, concerned.
-Да. Now, go to sleep, ok? And...
He handed Moscow a bottle of vodka.
-This will help you sleep. -winked the man.
The young boy took the bottle, staring at it for a second before taking a sip. He took two other ones before collapsing on his bed, tired and not used to strong alcohol.
-Спасибо...
-Ah, it's no problem, really. Have a good night!
Vladimir left the train and took the first turn. Moscow removed his coat and boots and went to bed, falling asleep almost instantly. The alcohol kept him quiet and asleep during the night, the other's snoring not bothering him. Who knew what would be going on the next morning?
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Whooooooo~! Chapter two :3
I told you there would be tears!
Russian:
Здравствуйте (Zdastvootye): Hello
Я зовут (Ya zovut): My name is
Спасибо (Spaseeba): Thank you
Я не знаю (Ya ne znayu): I don't know
Алексеев: Alexeyev
Hope you liked it~
Ps: Vlad is the only one that will be nice with Moscow. So ya. He will be like his older brother.