Carry on with my duties

Some time passes. I’m relieved to learn that I am not pregnant. Fedorov still makes me relieve him orally every chance he gets.

Artyom and I are alone in our squad’s room. I talk to him as much as I can, but opportunities like this are rare.

“You’re all I’ve got, since she left.” I tell him.

“You’ve got Smirnov.” Artyom reminds me. “And the commissar.”

“Unfortunately.” I say. “But who do I sleep next to?”

“Me?” Artyom asks.

“I want to sleep on top of you.” I tell him. “It’s too bad that we can’t really be alone.”

“I’m waiting for that chance.” He says. “Come here.”

He grabs the buckle of my belt and pulls me into him. I throw my hands over his shoulders and close my eyes. He kisses me hard, and I kiss him back with the same intensity. He wraps his arms around my back and holds me tight. We break our kiss and I look up at him. His gaze makes me feel warm inside. I lay my head on his chest and let him embrace me, slowly rocking me back and forth. We stay there for a long time.

“Chyort, someone’s coming!” Artyom whispers. We break contact and scatter.

Smirnov comes through the opening which serves as a door.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Nothing.” Artyom says.

“That’s about what I’d expect from you.” Smirnov says.

“We were just cleaning my rifle.” I tell him.

“Doesn’t look like it.” He insinuates.

“That’s because we’re already done.” I say.

“Give me that piece of shit.” Smirnov says, reaching for my rifle in the corner. He squints and looks it over in disgust before pushing it into my midsection. I take it from him.

“Clean it again, and do it right this time.” He snarls. “We’re going on a mission tomorrow and you two idiots had better be ready.”