As the sun went up, slowly, the tired group that was on charge that night felt relieved, as no one had entered. For better performance, Gyeong and Banan ordered most of them to go sleep. Some of the guards that were still rested stood on place, still allowed to sit, as the other half of the group took the spots.

    A bit after dawn broke they were offered breakfast, and in one strange act of real empathy, the boss had cracked a crate she saved for special occasions. No gruel or burnt toasts, but for once, they were treated with instant coffee and cocoa, and some non completely stale buns like bag croissants and plain muffins. Everyone loved that. Even those that were about to pass in favor of sleep, were in line for their portion like happy kids.

    Even Banan had to agree it was a smart decision to up the morale with some proper meals that time. Taking aside her bitter jealousy for the new boss, she herself served the Korean lady her portion.

    "Oh, dear, such a nice girl." She commented. "Here, have yourself a mocca. Don't worry, I checked the ingredients. Is all completely... Halal, yeah?"

    "Yes. Thank you." Banan said and grabbed a croissant as well. "How are the fresh group doing?"

    "I sent that Mister American to dispense some of this to them as well." Gyeong commented. "I told him and the group A to rest at least 8 hours after that without delay. So we should be able to have time for dinner before they do the new change."

    "Sounds good." Banan looked at her, and closed her eyes before uttering her next words from the heart. "You really got this."

    "Hey." The Korean lady gestured with the instant coffee box to her. "You were the one that took care for them before. Have some self esteem, girl."

    Banan had to look away during the rest of the breakfast so she would not notice how hard she was blushing.

***

    Emil was on the way towards the infirmary, with a small bouquet of flowers and a book from the library. He knew beforehand Elizabeth would care less for the flowers, but he wanted to talk things out at very least. But it didn't go as planned, as the moment she saw him there was only shouts. Emil was silent during all of it, but this time he didn't flinch. If anything, not only he was not smiling - he was frowning and showing a stern templerance.

    When Elizabeth ran out of insulting words, due to her throat becoming sore, he just let the stuff on the table, where the other bouquet was. Surprised for a moment, but he disguised his expression and looked back at her. The young woman started to change her face with something more amicable, but Emil was already aware it was just the usual routine.

    Honeymoon before the shit storm. He was tired of the pull and push.

    "You are a piece of shit. And here I am, defending you from all the people that had nothing but already jumped to gossip of you being the traitor." He started. Eli looked at him, but he could not feel more interested in hearing her answer to that. "Yes, I did it by my own volition and got fucked for it. But you know what? That is your job. Not mine. Live your life as you want, but don't come back to me just when you get bitten back by the consequences."

    And he left without anymore to say. Completely knowing there was no one else that would believe her manipulation anymore - only for her to pick up her own fights now.

***

    Shadil had observed the situation from the door of the infirmary, and was fast to withdraw before Emil could reach the door. His fingers flicked of joy at the view of more of the members crumbling apart from each other. The less sense of unity he would create, the less all of them were able to stop his plans. For such some of his sexual encounters were also a way to create some disturbance between people. Having even broken his own interests to crush homosexual partners away as well. But as the regular members were being now less work, there were still some people that cooperated beyond relationships, so he had to operate with more gossip. Something easy to do for a famed spy, whose words were never contradicted.

    "That American guy might be a problem. He is smart as a basket of rocks, but he is connected to the CIA upper heads. So I can't just off him. Besides breaking him apart from his girls, maybe I should give him some use..." He pondered. But he wasn't much different from the rest of members. His best chance could be force him some intel, although he doubted no one would have confided anything remotely important on such nuthead. "Haah, I hate when I have to think more than needed..."

    He walked the halls, checking on the active members. The day group was finally wearing off barely past noon. George himself was talking to Fanny and Gyeong, who was checking on.

    "Are you sure? You haven't rested yet."

    "I'm fine, I had a small nap, boss." He retorted. "We are also trained for this harsh kind of conditions..."

    "I don't care. Go to your room." Gyeong said angrily. "And this lady too. But no more than sleep, I am clear?"

    "Yes, boss." George bowed meekly. "Let's go, Fanny."

    Shadil smiled. He got away in the shadows.

    And just barely ten minutes late, he had already got his Nikon VN-900 packed with a fresh film roll. Sneakily, he got towards the dorm of George. Just as predicted, he would be so stupid to not notice the gum in the lock. Damn, what do they teach in The Company nowadays, huh? He opened the door just enough to peek, hoping he could record at least half of the scene. And certainly, he had to muster to himself the fact there was part of the wall on the frame, but he had to deal with. He was not George Lucas to have a say about the artistic side of sex tapes recorded without consent.

    He hummed as silent as he could, trying to keep himself on the shadow that conveniently would keep him invisible to anyone passing the hall, as well the fact there was not much light coming from the open door as well.

    All as he observed Fanny already naked hips below, as George lazily fingered her pussy, clearly so tired for that at the moment. The Irish girl would lovingly reward the effort with a sloppy blowjob, teasing him, despite he could not be really feel any bothered. Before she could notice, he had passed out on the spot.

    "Oh, c'mon. The one that said he could keep guarding, ladies and gentlemen!" She shrugged. "Well, I guess I should do the same..."

    Tch.

    Shadil had to stop recording after seeing her really getting covered by the blankets and holding onto the blonde lovingly. Bland and boring lovebirds. He closed the door after taking the gum away and stopped recording. He was certainly bothered he had wasted a new film when he could have recorded that in any of the yet-to-develop ones with enough space. Those craps ain't cheap.

    When he was finally close to cross that hall and give a turn to a less transited one, he stomped against a wall. Or so he thought before finally paying attention and noticing Rurik in front of him.

    "Oh, hey. You are the stranger, are y--"

    A gloved hand grabbed the camera and Shadil could not even pull it back, his strength not being close enough to match.

    "Such a cute toy." Rurik mentioned, void of any warmth in his voice. "I bet you record cute movies on this as well."

    "Oh, thanks. I am not Fritz Lang yet."

    "Of course you are not, you scum."

    Shadil knew he found trouble. He had to be smooth. As smooth as the back of a hedgehog. There was no way that guy didn't see him recording, as much he didn't notice his presence.

    "Hey, big guy. What about you become my new model? I haven't yet recorded a Slav in action, much less such a strong guy as you..."

    "I will say this just once, you shitfaced durak..." He started to crush the camcorder in his hands with ease, crumbling the carcass and letting all the insides - film, circuits and so on - to run outside. "If I see you being a sick fuck and record people like this once more, I will certainly not abide by the rules of this place and give you sepulture myself. No flowers in your grave for sure."

    My Nikon...My fucking sweet Nikon beauty... Shadil processed the pain of his loss as calmly as he could project to the outside, keeping a smile that was on the verge of twisting down a grimace.

    "Why do you care even about them?" Was the only thing he could spurt. "They repudiated you. Calling you a monster. Some kind of cannibal. No one cares about you as much you care about them."

    "So, you say because they don't know better I must adapt to their level of emotional maturity? Such a childish thing to say." Rurik smiled. "Exactly because that, I must keep my head tall for their own good."

    One of these fucking justice seekers. Oh my god, and this one can beat my ass. Why can't my plans just go simply as I fucking want it!? Shadil crossed his arms, trying to evaluate his options in a psychological approach. He couldn't research much information in Banan's computer due to his status as stranger. Only his name, which apparently was infamous before he even came to the 17th. There was barely any moment of weakness he witnessed him in except...

    "I am not that mean. Some of these people were very lonely. There is nothing bad in giving company and comfort in a place of pure survival like this. Even you agree with that, do you?"

    "You are only a snake that offers a poisoned apple by the guise of love."

    "Oh. Well, you have your ways to do things." He smiled as he leaned his back against the wall behind him. "And I have my own methods. And I plan to keep giving hope to those that have already desisted from life long ago. Like that woman with the glasses..."

    He preventively shook his body towards the left, expecting his right hand to grab him. But he could not mock him, because he received a skull numbing punch from his left fist.

    "Gphfff!" His body dipped onto the floor as he grabbed his now crooked nose, bleeding like a hose on summer. "Youh motharfugher..." And spat some in an attempt to not choke himself due to the pain.

    "Don't ever get close to that woman." Rurik said, looking down at him, with a murderous aura he hadn't let shown before.

    "Look what you hab bone to my nose! I will report you!" Shadil shouted in pain.

    "Believe me, that was friendly banter." Rurik looked only once more before leaving. "Usually, I have completely crashed skulls with a single punch."

    Shadil could not reply, knowing that somehow, he could not really explain the reason to anyone as for why he got hit without a plan, so he just sat trembling on the place, looking at the imposing figure leave as quietly as it had preyed on him before.

    I need to dispose of this guy, too. Shit, shit, fucking flying shit!

***

    Yeah, hope. Who needs that besides survival instinct?

    Rurik angrily mumbled to himself. Gyeong had not bothered giving him directions, neither she seemed happy to see him around as he checked on the recruits getting sleepy. After a couple of derogative terms towards his persona, he had to leave for another place. He heard all kind of rumors. About what happened, the girl, himself. He was used to everyone to fear him, so he didn't really show any emotion. After all, even himself knew he was a monster.

    Just always a monster.

    He opened the door to the worshop, but Bakarne wasn't there. He entered the room, and positioned himself by the now turned down blinds and started to pull them up. One. Two.

    Two cameras were hidden on the room, their position given thanks to the blinks of lights in the lens.

    He proceeded then to look, like an animal, on the floor. A third one.

    Without further delay, he proceeded to crush them with anger. Smashed one against a wall. Stomped another with his boot. Stabbed the last one with his bayonet.

    Once he observed the mess he made, he sat down for a bit. His breath was turning heavy and hard to mantain stable. It wasn't his job to do that. It wasn't his duty. Yet, he was now relieved. Some time passed as he just stood there, looking towards the door, but no one came.

    "Guh."

    A monster that was meant to be alone.

    I refuse to believe it.

    He got up from the chair violently, without putting away the mess he just made. Left the room and started to stomp towards the third floor, the coldest and lonliest of all. Dark, smelly, oppressive. He hated feeling caged. Cities. People. But there was something that he didn't hate as much.

    Someone with a raw spirit. He saw the door to the old warehouse. His pace become now silent again. Contained. Almost delicate and patient. He stood in front of the door, almost doubting if he had to be polite and knock, or just come in as his emotions told him to. Finally, he frowned, listening to his heart, and opened the door. And the vision was just as completely confusing as uncomfortable in equal parts.

    "What the fuck are you doing?" He could only say at the vision of Bakarne, sitting on one of the chairs. Her pants were halfway thorough, and he would be able to notice a faint buzzing noise. That was the uncomfortable thing. But to his unsettling, she was holding her gun against her temples. "Take that thing from your head, now."

    "Shit, man, you scared the shit out of me." She obeyed without feeling any remorse about it, mostly ashamed by him finding her with her down parts being worked on. "Check it out, it wasn't charged."

    "..." He advanced and opened the cylinder out, showing she was saying the truth. "A sick past time of yours?"

    "I guess so." She was still red as beets, but tried to keep her head cool. "Now, may you, please, scram?"

    As much as he wanted to scold her, he couldn't bring himself to do it. As the monster he was, there was no way his words were credible when it came to put his morals on others. Yet, all the anger coursed the veins of his whole body. If there was not changes to the situation anytime soon, he knew he would explode. Finally, after a deep breath, he allowed himself to be sincere, as well as greedy.

    "Shit. I fucking love you."

    "You what now?"

    Rurik put his hands on the table as he crouched and looked her face to face. One of his boots racketing on the floor as a way to keep part of the physical stress out.

    "Bakarne, tell me one thing." He smiled. "Do you like Russian Roulette, do you?"

    "Depends on who I am playing with." Finally, the woman felt a smile of herself cracking, too.

    "Let's say we are the players. And I am the gun, as well."

    "Kar...Ka-kak-kar!" Her nasty cackling and nasal laugh filled the room and she took a while to compose herself. "Ah, you communist... I mean, mh. Rurik. I could not imagine any other way."

    "Heh. I bet so."

    He leaned closer to her face, giving her an affectionate forehead knock with his own, as his hands grabbed her chin. Firmly, but with gentleness. She didn't teased him in an annoying way as usual, and his eyes could observe how her lips pursed, still showing her fangs somehow. It was something he had dreamed with that ever since the time he checked on them, but forbid himself to think he was deserving of such blessing. But now, she was completely calm. Safe on his grasp.

    "Damn. I can't do this." He suddenly had to pull himself away. "I really have to do something first."

    "What the fuck. Don't run away now!" She frowned, with her jaw half dropping. "You can't tease me so sweetly and get out!"

    "No, listen. I was a jerk to you too. I want to apologize for basically..."

    "Harassing me sexually? Yeah, cry about it. That was mean."

    He lowered his head and profusely nodded.

    "But you know... That time, I was kinda... wanting more."

    They looked at each other. She was now standing, looking at him, as he looked from the floor towards her face.

    "As much as I hate to say this... I like people with your animosity... and yet, even if you are a jerk, you also are kind."

    "I am nothing but a monster."

    "Some girls are into that shit. Do you turn into a werewolf under full moon?" She snickered.

    "Please, be serious... I am..." Rurik got up, but couldn't complay more as she pushed him against the wall, grabing with strenght, almost nailing, his uniform to make his head low enough for her to kiss him. Without any kind of compassion to his complaining, she kissed him deeply, not ashamed to even play with his tongue. Rurik wanted to pull her apart by the command of the only reasonable side of his brain, but the rest of his body had to disagree. Instead, he hugged her, keeping her closer.

    "Hmmgh." Finally, Bakarne let him take a breath. She got her head separated enough for him to be able to see her sticking her tongue at him. "That was my first French kiss, ya know, kakazakua?"

    "My ass it was." His usually lily pale skin was completely blushed.

    "It is. I only kissed a boy once, just before punching his face." She looked at him, as the tired brown eyed made contact against his. "I am completely new outta the box, except for some practical engineering."

    "May you explain how that even happens?" Rurik felt he was being lied to. "No one would let pass such a cutie like you."

    She looked completely taken aback by the compliment.

    "What? Is true!" Rurik reafirmed, even more red than before.

    "Hum. Is funny. Basques are usually said to be uglier than hitting a father with a sack of stones." She shrugged and looked at him with a mixture of sultryness but also innocence. "You know what else they say about us, naughty Russian?"

    "Surprise me."

    "That we don't fuck."

    "What a coincidence. So do they say about Soviets." Rurik gently grabbed her hips and slowly guided her to the table, which was now on her back. "Maybe it is time to check out how that theory plays out in real life?"

    "It will be my pleasure, erraldoi."

    She got comfortable laying on the table, as Rurik started putting away her pants full for her comfiness. She still had the homemade vibrator on her pussy. Made from the body of a dynamite and some other orthodox circuits and materials for the thing have a loose, soft phallic shape. If she made that herself, she was certainly an underrated genius that was wasting her life on bombings instead of a more reputable job in the sex toy industry, for real. Rurik himself had to admire how insanely of a crazy intellect she had sometimes. He pushed away her panties and observed the machine.

    "May I pull it out, or.."

    "Sure."

    He made sure to do it slowly, and for his awe, it had a more generous girth than expected for someone that just said to be a virgin seconds ago. Altought, of course, she was in the most emotional and fleshy term of the word. He had no qualms with the machinery and actually pulled it with some care, and kept it on her entrance, rubbing her lips, and teasing to presh it against the clitoris. But he kinda enjoyed the process himself, having her laying on the table, with her hands politely together and her face keen on his, yet completely red as the Soviet Union's flag.

    "Hummm--Hgmh!" Her mumbling was not soft or girly like, but more of a calculated sound as someone that was used to not be vocal in such an intimate way with anyone else. But to Rurik, it was the most adorable. He also appreciated it was also honest moans instead of just trying to please him. And so he had to reward her with torturing the clitoris until she almost bursted. Clearly she had been worked on before as well their own bickering to overstimulate her. Putting the strange machine away, he announced something better.

    "Huh. It would be a waste for you to waste your hydration like this..." And he just kneeled so he could start eating her pussy lovingly. This time around, she let a more sharp sound at the feel of something new she hadn't experienced before. Even if his lapping was a bit rough and clumsy, every trace of his tongue made her body ticklish, even far away from her legs. He would allow small breaks for her to recover some breath, but would constantly attack back with even more hunger, making her squeals louder. To the point it was so good, she couldn't take it in, and some tears also appeared on her face after she finally bursted and he just happily licked all clean with need. When Rurik had let no part of her pussy eaten, he got up with a polite cough with his gloving hand in front of his mouth before noticing her tears.

    "Did I..." He got pale for a second, but she smiled with adoration. "Too much for you?"

    "Heh. Is never too much." She said. "We Basques like everything big."

    "How big?" He sneezed, unable to contain the need for a joke. "Because there is nothing small about me, you know?"

    "Kark!"

    She would pat the table. The giantic Slav came closer, and getting still as comfortable she could on the table, she reached for his pants to unzip them. At least, he wasn't just boistering about his size. Not necessarily the longest, but still sizable. And much more specially, girthier, just as the toys she experimented with.

    "I hope you don't ch--- Gah!" Rurik felt her mouth not bothering about previous stimulation for starters, and he had firsthand been marked by her fangs as she engulfed the whole kolbasa with need. "Shit, how the fuck do you do it."

    "Doing it, of course." And she had the consideration to let it free for giving it some apologizing kisses all over, and licked the glans before kissing it as well. "And I practiced with my own tools."

    "I guess...so..." Rurik didn't want to accept how weak he was becoming to her touch. To believe, he, the so infamous Siberian Monster of the Woods as some of the fascists called him like a legend had to do more of a simple flexing to keep his cock from cumming on her face. Defeated to a virgin, even if he had to admit he was actually one too. Althought, he certainly didn't want her to know yet. Even he was some stupid pride he felt he had to protect. "Good, why all of you feels so goddamn good, you stinky animal..."

    "Don't call me animal when you are a stinky monkey too." She said, and teased him with one of her hands masturbating him as she started to work the helmet of the pecker more. Her other hand, she took the glove away with a bite and spat it and used to pleasure her own slit.

    "There... is not... apes... in Russia..." He tried to argue, but his circulation was now all centered onto his groing and his breath becoming less and less reliable. "I'm gonna...Shit..." "Cumming?"

    "Yes..."

    "Hmmm." Unlike when he let him lick her, she didn't allowed for a rest. She wanted him completely defeated. "You know, I always wanted to know."

    "Mmh?"

    "How cum tastes like." She said playfully.

    That was enough to send him to outer space, farther than Yuri Gagarin or Neil Armstrong ever traveled, in terms of pleasure. He grabed her head and with just a hint of mean intent but also lovingly, pushed his hips against her face. Her fangs rubbing and stressing out the hard member. And finally, he also had his first eyaculation in probably more than a decade. Making sure it was all on her mouth.

    She had no complains. Just as she said, she gladly accepted it and after he let her go, she sat down on the table, with her hands on her thighs, trying to decipher the flavor.

    "Haah..." Rurik pulled back, and cleared some of the sweat that was running on her face and chin. "How it does taste, little animal?"

    "Hmmmm." She did a strange munching like motion and finally, in one go, swallowed all. "It tastes like fucking crap. And smells like a freshly opened garlic and onion chips bag."

    He felt a bit hurt by that.

    "You fucker, your pussy wasn't a fruit and cream cake, either! It tasted like if someone let a lemonade at room temperature in Argentinian summer!"

    "Piece of shit, don't you dare talk like that!"

    "Shut up, animal! I'm gonna improve the taste of your God's forsaken fuckhole with my cum! Maybe that way it will be more palatable!"

    "I want to see you trying, you stupid Stalin cocksucker!"

    The whole table trembled as the fat cock of the red was claiming the insurgent pussy as both of them were spelling insults towards each other, and having breaks to kiss even after they remarked the disgusting smell and taste of their mouths after having eaten each other out. As much they bickered, their bodies were also sticked together in motion. Rurik had embranced her from behind with one of his arms, and used the other to keep her head and mouth where he wanted at any time. She had him completely clamped with her legs, not letting him go until being completely wasted. They were both quite possesive about the moment and no one seemed to want to leave the another.

    Her entrance was repeatedly massacrated with his size, despite her previous practice, and she knew she was certainly not a virgin anymore, nor she would be able to say she proudly was keeping the stereotypes of her beloved birthland alive, as the cock had just made her surrender as fast as the French armies from the past, and was now a field for Rurik just put his seed. Only thing would have made her have a harder orgasm would have been the Ikurriña or even flag of the Second Republic hanging somewhere there.

    All her body was taken and inspected by her now strange, completely wildered partner. Her tits worked on as well as he licked and gave her affectionate kisses and soft bites on her neck, just like a beast would.

    The heat would just escalate and Rurik, who was allowed to dictate the pace by her consent, knew he was going to just get his last loads and it had to be presented in a ceremonious way such a intimate encounter as well their confessions deserved.

    "Where do you want it." He asked, still holding some respect for her desires.

    "Is not obvious?" Bakarne's eyes frowned, but her still cummed on mouth smiled. "Are you that dumb?"

    "Play nice, you smurf. My brains are melted all over my skull."

    "Hum" She looked like she was about to insult him again. Instead... "I thougtt you said we were playing Russian Roulette, weren't we?"

    Said and done. His last thrusts were operated with urge, as she was manhandled and fucked with longer and faster strokes.

    "Mmmhghh!!!!" His sudden aggressivity made her nervous and scared, in a safe way. And she finally reached orgasm.

    Just at the same time he also came. His throbbing flesh bayonet injected his sperm straight into her, and she was able to feel the sticky and warm fluid filling her, as well what could not be contained to leak outside, falling to the floor. After that, all went blank, but both of them completely satisfied.

***

    "Hmm."

    Bakarne opened her eyes and saw a ceiling she didn't know from before. A room with only one bed instead of the usual bunk ones. That looked almost like a jail cell of sadness. A snore made her look to her side. Rurik was sleeping and snoring soundly, something that didn't sound like a serious cold blooded killer that preyed silent. He also was drooling, just like a baby.

    "Ah." She scratched her head some and remembered what happened. Judging the lack of lighting from the only window, they must had finished before twilight and went to sleep only to be deep night now. "We really did that?"

    She didn't had amnesia or anything in the past, but somehow her brain was having a difficult time processing the fact. She fucked. She fucked and it was the communist who initially hated so much. And somehow, she felt he was one of the very few people she could trust.

    Ah, kaka zaharra. She mumbled. The guy even had made sure she was wearing something comfortable to sleep without cold, too. Too much love she felt unable to accept. And also, she had the feel to pee. To avoid waking him up, she tried to get up as slowly as she could, but once her feet reached the shoes, a hand grabbed her.

    "Agh!" She almost lost her heart to the scare. "You shithead!"

    "Where are you going?" He said with an authoritarian voice.

    "I... just wanted to piss, dude."

    "Hum."

    It was denegated and he easily pulled her back and hugged her in a way there was no escape, like cat owners would sometimes squeeze their pets against their will.

    "Hey... I will piss the bed, for real. I don't care."

    "Do it."

    They laught at the stupidity. But he would not let her go yet. Unlike before, she understood that even he had a vulnerable side to him. She hugged him back, and patted his back.

    "Hey. Tell me something." She whispered on his ear gently. "Why are just so cruel, but also so... gentle?"

    He heard a faint sigh. She rubbed his back, noticing it was a bit hairy despite the disciplinated shaven body he tried to keep. Maybe it was a stupid question... She turned and let him to spoon her, since her own back was feeling cold, and it was easier for her to turn into a ball for extra warmth. The strong arms would grab her more and kept her completely sealed of the rest of the world as he surronded her. His lips kissed her ear first, making her slightly ticklish, before he answered.

    "Because I only desire two things in this world." He nuzzled his nose on her cheek. "One, a woman that only I would be allowed to love."

    "Heh." Oh, lord. That is so fucking corny, man. But she decided it was not the right moment to tease him about it. "And the second thing you want is...?"

    For a moment, the atmosphere changed. His arms were now keeping her hostage rather than embracing them and the feel that she couldn't leave after he answered was real. The breath of Rurik became heavier, and his voice sharp, hearing a tone that was more of the one of a true, vengeful ridden monster.

    "To kill every single of the fascists that walk this Earth."