The rest is short lived

“Tatya.” A voice whispers over me. I’m too tired to respond. “Come on.”

A hand touches my shoulder and shakes me gently. I start to open my eyes and see Artyom’s blurry figure kneeling in front of me.

“Get up!” Another voice yells. It’s Smirnov and he kicks my feet.

“Alright! Alright!” I yell as I crawl to my hands and knees. Smirnov grabs my sleeve and hauls me up.

“Get your shit, we’re going out again.” He says.

I take out my watch and open it. We have only been back for maybe five or six hours, and that includes the time that I spent with Federov.

“Still tired?” Smirnov growls. “Get used to it.”

I rub my eyes, fix my hat and grab my rifle off the wall.

“Now come on!” He says.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Just shut up and fall in.”