Evgeny offers to do something for me

It’s a few days later. Evgeny and I have really hit it off. I’m enamored with him, and we sit up talking for hours and hours. His stories are riveting. He tells them so well, and I always have lots of questions for him. Evgeny refuses to keep the spotlight for himself though, and he makes me talk about myself from time to time.

I can feel the sexual tension building between us, our flirting growing more and more obvious to each other, and it’s driving me wild.

I can tell Yeva is jealous, but I’ve been in her shoes before. There will be another handsome man for her. Just not this one.

“So there he was.” Evgeny says to me, continuing his story. “Three hundred meters.”

“How did you find him?” I ask.

“I had laid there all day long, under a broken table, watching them come and go.” Evgeny explains. “I watched the sergeants, saw where they snuck off to. That’s how I knew.”

“So, did you get him?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t an easy shot. I could only see the top of his head, but that was enough. I saw that hat, I knew he was an officer. I put it right where it had to be.”

“What happened next?”

“The bastards launched a whole attack. We were cut off!”

“Cut off! How did you survive?”

“My partner and I hid in a rail car, crammed inside of a crate together. We stayed there for nine hours, waited until the darkest hours of the night, and crawled all the way back to friendly lines.”

“Wow. That’s a harrowing story.” I say in awe. “I could never do that.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Evgeny tells me. “You have a few harrowing stories of your own.”

“They would never let me be a sniper.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a woman.”

“So?” Evgeny asks. “There are female snipers in the Red Army.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’ve even met a few. Did you know that they opened a new sniper school this spring? One just for women?”

“They did?”

“What are they doing with you when you get out of here?” Evgeny asks me.

“I’m not sure.” I answer. “They’ll probably put me back in a skirt and sit me behind a typewriter.”

“I think you have the skills, and more importantly, the mindset, to be a sniper.” Evgeny assures me. “You’re educated. I’m positive you’d be accepted.”

“You think so?”

“I do. In fact, I have an event tomorrow night. I can talk to my superiors, and put in a good word for you.”

“You would do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”