Note
Hey guys I'm back with another chapter. I already have the following chapter planned out in my head so next one should come pretty soon. So strap yourself in for one hell of a ride. Most of the story will be taking place in Kafe Dostoyevsky. So if you don't know the names of the rooms I'd like to suggest having an extra tab open where you can see the map layout.
Red-CT, Denis Barsukov POV
Denis sat on a couch in the Cigar Louge smoking.. well.. a Cigar. He was browsing on his laptop in the blackmarket. With continuous funding from Dilshod or Red-Four they have started supplying themselves with body armor and stocking up on ammo.
"₽ 1.000? That's dirt cheap for an Ak-12. Although it is too good of an opportunity to let slip" Denis muttered.
Aaaand Bought. Shuhrat does need a new gun.
Denis heard a knock on the door from downstairs. So he got up walked downstairs and opened the door. There stood a man around his thirties. He wore a suit and carried a suitcase. He looked like he belonged in the government.
The man in the suit extended his arm and Denis shook it. "Good Morning, You must be Mister Basrukov?"
Denis nodded.
"My name is not important but you can call me Mister Anonym"
Denis stepped to the side and extended his arm to two seats sitting opposite of eachother of a round table. "Take a seat Mister Anonym we'll discuss matters over a good booze"
"Well that's a bit… uncommon, I believe we must be sober for this it wouldn't be responsible for me to take a drink"
"Whatever you want, But I'm having a drink" Denis said as he said down and picked up a bottle of Vodka.
When Mister Anonym seated himself he placed the suitcase on the table and opened it. And showed the contents to Denis.
Denis eyes lit up as he saw what was inside.
Mister Anonym closed the suitcase again. "Is this the item you bought?"
"Yes" Denis said fervently
Mister Anonym took a small piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket. "Then sign here and here" Pointing to a few empty places on the paper. "Here you confirm that the package has been delivered"
Denis signed the paper and smiled as Mister Anonym handed him the suitcase and walked back out the door from which he appeared.
Red-One, Vadim Veselov POV
Vadim stood in a large empty room with Nikita standing next to him. Opposite of him stood two Spetsnaz operatives in a salute.
Vadim took a step forward. "Are you the only people of your squads who survived"
The soldier nodded.
Vadim looked down at the floor and sighed. "I see…" Vadim looked them in the eyes with a determined expression. "Tell me your names soldiers."
The one on the right answered first. He had black hair and wore sunglasses and a standard spetsnaz uniform. "My name is Gregory Armerin Sir."
After that the one on the left followed. He had Blonde hair and wore a face mask. "Privet, My name is Leonid Konstantin."
"Alright boys, Nikita here-" Giving a quick look to Nikita. "-Will be training you advanced hand to hand combat seeing as Spetsnaz training doesn't really suffice against opponents who know what they are doing…" He let that sink in for a moment before continuing. "I will be back in 4 hours." and with that he left the room.
As he walked out he heard Nikita take over command.
-3.5 Hours later-
Nikita Kozar POV
Nikita had learned Gregory and Leonid some advanced combat moves that she herself had learned in the military police. Gregory and Leonid both have wooden knives and are training against each other.
Leonid and Gregory face each other 2 meters away, both ready to strike. Gregory takes a step forward but Leonid reacts with unmatched precision and tries to kick Gregory forward (Left leg) out from underneath him. But before the hit can land Gregory turns and block it with his right leg. Gregory keeps turning until his elbow hits Leonids face. Gregory and Leonid are now really close to each other and with one swift motion Gregory ends the training by hitting Leonid with the knife.
At that moment Vadim walked back into the room. "Good Job Gregory!" he said. Vadim waited until they both got back on their feet and stood before him.
Vadim handed them both a PMM Pistol and told them to follow him.
A few minutes later they arrived at a shooting range.
Vadim gave them both small and moving targets at around 30 Meters. These targets were supposed to represent heads.
Vadim gave a quick nod to Nikita. Nikita turned to Gregory and Leonid. "Tell what did you learn from your officers in the Spetsnaz about where to shoot."
Leonid answered with a confused look on his face. "To aim for center of mass… The chest."
"Well forget that, now you aim for the head." She already saw questions rising in Gregory and Leonid so quickly continued. "These pistols are not strong enough to penetrate body armour at this range. We aren't going up against your usual terrorist. These people are well trained and well funded… So remember, aim for the head."
After that Nikita took a step back and pointed to the targets. "Go ahead"
They both fired the 12 rounds in the magazine. Nikita collected the the targets and walked over to Vadim.
They both looked at the groupings the soldier had made. Nikita was the first to notice. "Gregory missed a shot." They were both surprised to see that. And the shots he did hit are nowhere as close as the shot Leonid hit. Nikita thought.
Nikita looked at Vadim. "Do you think they are good enough to win against the Red Hammer?"
"Red Hammer? What is that."
"Oh it's the nickname of the squad that you encountered in Siberia" Nikita Explained
Vadim looked like he was about to ask a question but Nikita was to quick.
"Denis told me."
"Ahh.. Alright. Well if I help Gregory with shooting and you help Leonid improve his hand to hand combat skills they'll be valuable assets.
Assets? They're human beings. Not assets. Nikita thought.
Polkovnik Lev Yenotov POV
Lev Yotov the Polkovnik of the New Red Army sits in a tent overlooking a map of Moscow. We have limited amounts of tanks so I'd be best to use them in strong but small groups. We also need mo-
Lev thoughts got interrupted as a man came running into the tent Lev turned around and saw that it was Leytenant Nozimjon, his right hand man. Nozimjon entered in a sloppy salute and Nozimjon was panting heavily. It seems as if he just ran a marathon. After a few second he stopped the salute and started talking.
"Polkovnik, We have decoded the message send a few weeks ago on our radios." He took a few seconds to catch his breath again. "It seems like the Spetsnaz remains are regrouping. It was a call for all remaining Spetsnaz operatives to come to these locations." As he said that he handed Lev and piece of paper.
The face of Lev lit up.
"Polkovnik, These are the precise co-ordinates and blueprints of the building they reside in."
"I can see that" Lev mumbled.
Lev chuckled a little. "Good job Leytenant Nozimjon, Please give Commissar Peter Chernikov these co-ordinates and blueprints and tell him this is his new target."
Nozimjon gave a quick salute before walking out of the tent.
Peter Chernikov POV
Peter and his squad of about 20 people were training. Peter was giving them tips on how to improve their already superb skills.
Peter was walking around and saw someone on the shooting range with a sniper. When he got closer he saw the person had perfect groupings. Strange… I've never noticed I had such a good sniper in my squad.
Peter headed towards the sniper who didn't even notice him as he was to concentrated on taking his shot. When Peter got there he announced himself. "Soldier, Who are you? I've never seen you around."
The sniper got up and faced Peter. "My name is Vasily Stanislav. I'm a new member of you squad."
Peter let that sink in. And yelled "Who authorized this?"
"I did" a voice behind Peter said. Peter turned around and saw Leytenant Nozimjon. Peter immediately entered into a salute and Vasily quickly followed. "At ease" and the two men relaxed. Nozimjon took a few steps forward and extended his arm to Vasily while saying. "This is Vasily Stanislav, The best sniper in the Red Army. He will be put in your squad for the next mission."
Peter looked confused. "Mission?"
"Yes, It seems as if the Spetsnaz has survived. You are ordered to attack their new headquarters head on before they have a time to muster munitions and recruits." Nozimjon handed him the blueprints. "You will attack tomorrow evening. Make sure you and your men are ready." And with that Nozimjon turned around and walked away.
After a few moments Peter broke the silence. "Best sniper eh? Not bad. Let's see what you're worth tomorrow evening." After that Peter made his way to his second in command. Alexandr Senaview. Also nicknamed. 'Chanka'. Alexandr was currently training the squad in hand to hand combat.
When Peter arrived he saw Alexandr go toe to toe with three member of their squad. One man came charging in at Alexandr and received a fist to the face. After that Alexandr charged at the second man and kneed him in the groin. The last man threw a punch a Alexandr's head but almost broke his hand when it hit the Maska helmet. "Aaaaargh!" he screamed out as he fell to his knees in pain.
Alexandr noticed Peter and walked towards him. When Alexandr was close enough Peter started talking. "Alexandr, We have a new mission for tomorrow. We are to assault this building and kill everyone inside" Peter gave Alexandr the blueprints. Alexandr looked at them for a moment and gave it back to Peter.
"I'm going to examine these and find out the best point of entry. You keep training the squad."
Alexandr nodded
"Oh, one last thing. Please keep the men in once piece. We'll need them tomorrow"
"..."
And Peter walked back to his tent.
Shuhrat Kessikbayev POV
Shuhrat was with Maxim at the front entrance of the Kafé they were in. Shuhrat was barricading one of the windows while Maxim was placing one of his 'Traps' at the frontdoor.
"Shuhrat.." Maxim began. "Where were you last night? I woke up early and you weren't there."
Shuhrat kept silent.
Maxim stood up taking a step closer. "Is there something you're keeping hidden?"
Shuhrat stopped barricading the window for a moment. And gave a quick smile. "I've been working on something."
"Something?"
Shuhrat put his hammer on a table. "Follow me, I'll show you."
Shuhrat walked to desk that stood in the hallway. He then pushed the desk to the side to reveal a ladder going down. Shuhrat looked at Maxim and gestured at his holstered gun. "Is that thing on safe?"
"Pffff… Ofcourse… Why'd you think else?" Maxim said as he put his gun on safe
"Alright then. Let's go" And Shuhrat started going down the ladder. And Maxim quickly followed.
When they got to the end of the ladder Shuhrat and Maxim walked another minute or so and then came into a rather large room.
Maxim looked around at the tunnel they were walking in. "How did you find out about this?"
"Denis briefly mentioned it the other day so I started looking."
"Ah is see" And Maxim nodded.
When they got to the door they could see it was made of wood. It was in very poor condition. The wood was very rotten and when Shuhrat opened it it made a loud screeching sound.
The first thing Maxim noticed was the amount of boxes with a hazard sign on them. After that Maxim smelled something. It took a moment to realize what it was. "Gunpowder!"
Shuhrat walked over to a desk and picked up something that looked like a remote detonator "If those commies ever try to take our HQ again I'll blow the fuckers to bits."
"You're building a bomb underneath the Kafé." Maxim noted. "We'll I'll have trouble sleeping unless I check your bomb first"
Shuhrat visibly took offence. "Hey! Are you doubting my abilities to blow people to bits?"
"No That is exactly what I'm scared of." Maxim looked around the room and found the bomb. "Now you go upstairs and start barricading while I'll fix your bomb."
Shuhrat was about to argue about it further until he threw his hands up and gave in.
Why not... Better safe than sorry...