Damage Control

Sophia sat on two stacked ammo crates in a rear-line concrete dug-out, her uniform hoisted up to her waist. Every minute or so, a new casualty was carried passed her. She gently swabbed her wound with a wet rag as she watched them. Most were mumbling or groaning as they were taken to triage, but some were smiling. It seemed the **** was going well. She doubted they could hold the any significant gains for long, but "The Devil's Ulcer" would trouble them no more.

"That looks nasty." a passing nurse said. Sophia waived her away. The nurse cocked her head to the side for a moment, when suddenly her eyes went wide. "Oh! You...you're the Commissar!" Sophia looked up, and nodded. She'd lost her hat somewhere out on the battlefield, and was thoroughly soiled with mud and grime. The nurse was younger than she and of fair complexion, probably quite popular among the medical corps staff. "Here, let me dress that."

"There are plenty of men that need attention far greater than I." Sophia said, wincing as the rough cloth touched her wound. The nurse was having none of it. She sat her medical pack down and immediately started rummaging in it.

"Nonsense. The Premier will have us all shot if we let the Terror of Moscow die from tetanus." Sophia sighed, and realized that she was probably right.

"Fine. Be quick about it and get back to your duties." she said, the dull ache spreading through her thigh as the morphine stylet and adrenaline wore off. The nurse smiled warmly at her as she poured rubbing **** onto a clean rag. She held it in her left hand and produced a rolled up bit of rawhide with her right. Sophia took a breath, recited a line of Indoctrination about how pain and glory make you stronger, and took the bit. She placed it horizontally in her mouth, and bit down.

The nurse pushed the gauze into her wound quickly, sending a white hot burning shock through Sophia's body. "Hhhnnn!" she exhaled, biting the leather hard and balling her fists. Her chest rose in great heaves as the nurse's delicate finger hit the end of the puncture, some 5 cm deep. Sophia's eyes clamped shut as she withdrew it before immediately covering it with a fresh bandage. She exhaled, and did her best not to jerk away.

The nurse placed her hand on Sophia's exposed sex and deftly slid two fingers in. The crossed sensations had the desired effect. The pretty girl smiled up at her as she felt Sophia's strong pussy clamp down on her fingers while she retrieved a roll of gauze, and divert the blood away from the wound. She slid them in slowly and deeply for several minutes , staring into the wounded officer's eyes as her fingers massaged the officer's sex. Even though Sophia knew the trick, it'd never been used on her before.

"There. Wrap that tightly and stay off of it for a couple of days." she said, withdrawing her fingers. She wiped them on her nurse's apron and reached back into her satchel. Sophia winced when she saw the needle, but knew she needed the tetanus shot. As it slid in, she wondered how many more things would be stuck in her today. "All done. Take three of these a day with morning and evening rations." she said, handing Sophia a small pillbox of antibiotics. With that, the nurse packed her kit and jogged back to the triage area, leaving Sophia to wrap herself up.

"Commissar." A man said, a radio coming into view as she secured the bandage. She stared at it for a moment before taking it. Suddenly very tired, she switched it on. She held the receiver to her ear.

"Ivanova." she said, brushing her wet hair away from her forehead and over her ear.

"Corporal Yuri says that a storm is coming." the voice said. Sophia's eyes went wide. She motioned for the radio operator to set it down and leave. The man stopped staring at her exposed body, saluted, and walked off.

"Tell him to tie up the horses." she replied. Seconds passed.

"There will be an armored car arriving in 5 minutes. Get in it." the voice said, and then cut off. Sophia took another breath, and stood. The dull ache in her thigh caused her to limp, but she immediately made her way out of the trench system and back to the main road. Unsurprisingly, fresh troops, properly outfitted this time, were arriving. Whatever commander was on the line wasn't going to let this unexpected turn of events go to waste. 3 minutes later, a black BA-10M rolled up to her, its door already opening as it rolled to a stop. Sophia hauled the heavy door open, and slid in.

She sat in silence until they were rolling again.

"Greetings, Commissar Commander." Sophia said, her voice even. The figure seated next to her wore a wide brimmed hat and black overcoat, almost completely engulfed in shadow. His rolling, deep voice replied, almost disinterested.

"Greetings, Commissar Ivanova." He paused for a moment, and chose his words carefully. "The Premier is currently being given a speech making public the happenings in Ukraine, and taking credit for the **** you have so foolishly led." Sophia stayed stoicly quiet. She was making peace with the fact that she was most likely about to be shot and dumped in the Moskva. He paused again before reaching into his coat. She closed her eyes and waited for what was to come.

"You'll need to get out of the city for a while until word that you led the charge has sufficiently spread to spare you of execution. I'm sure our little brat of a Premier will get over his tantrum soon enough. In the meantime, I have a pressing issue that I want you to see to personally." he said. Sophia opened her eyes, and turned to him. He was holding a train ticket and a photograph. She took it, and was confused as to why she would be sent there, of all places.

"We've found another one. This time, a General." She looked at the photograph, and could hardly believe it. General Vasili Chuikov, twice honored Hero of the Soviet Union and the man who had held Stalingrad, was dead; nailed to a wall with a cross and and eye branded onto his chest.