Troubling news

I’m sitting on my bed and flipping through one of my German books. Maybe I can learn how to tell them to go fuck themselves when they get here.

Sasha bursts into the room. She looks worried.

“Tatya.” She says.

“What is it?” I ask.

“They’re coming.” She tells me. “I heard it on the radio.”

I put my book down and stand up to face her.

“How close are they?” I ask.

“They’re just a town over. Maybe a day or two.” She tells me.

“So we can’t stay here.” I tell her. “Didn’t you tell me your uncle lived somewhere around here?”

“He does.” She answers. “Not too far from Babruysk. I know where it is.”

“Do you think he would help us?” I ask her.

“Yes. Of course.” She says.

“We can go there first and figure out how to get home from there.” I tell her. “We should leave tomorrow morning.”

She gives me a look of agreement. “I’ll start packing.”