Nikolai took a deep breath. Now it was really hard to ignore the shotgun as the barrel was sitting on his nose. With just one punch the commissar would be able to break his nose, leaving another scar in Chevchenko's face.
"No, comrade commissar! To be honest, I would not have to leave Volgograd to be a 3rd class singer in a Coalition choir. I also could bombard you with senseless phrases now. But I think you don't need to hear patriotic nonsense all day...what not means I am not here to represent the Coalition and it's ideals. But I am also here to do what I always wanted: fight, get some payback and put those Alliance fools a bit of their capitalism into their butts!"
Thinking about the past he even managed to forget the shotgun in his face for one moment. They took his parents, so it is time to get some of them. Quite simple in his eyes...
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"
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