Who else would it be?

Artyom hurriedly buttons his pants.

“Do I have any more cum on my face?” I ask him quietly.

“You got it all.” He whispers back. We barely have time to put collect ourselves before Smirnov rounds the corner.

“It looks like the lovebirds have flown off together.” He says. “What were the two of you doing all the way over here?”

I stammer, trying to find a response.

“We weren’t doing anything!” Artyom tells him.

“Liar.” Smirnov accuses, before turning his attention to me.

“What is that on your collar?” He asks me. All of the color fades from my face which was just burning with passion. I turn as white as a ghost.

“Is that….” He investigates. “Cum?”

“No.” I answer quickly.

“Then what is it?” He asks. I don’t have an answer for him.

“Don’t think that I’m stupid, girl.” He says. “I know what cum looks like. That isn’t even dry yet.”

“I’ve had my suspicions for a long time.” Smirnov tells us, pacing. “But now I know.” I gulp.

“What’s the point of all this?” Artyom asks. “What’s your fucking problem?”

“My problem?” Smirnov recoils. “You sneak off in the middle of a mission to have your little fun. It’s unprofessional, dangerous.”

“You’re just jealous.” Artyom insinuates.

“Jealous of you?” Smirnov laughs. “Over what? That slut?”

“Don’t you dare call her a slut.” Artyom growls.

“I’ll call her whatever I want.” Smirnov tells him smugly. “That’s all she is.”

“You just crossed the fucking line.” Artyom says. “It’s just me and you over here. Just two men. Put that weapon down so I can kick your ass.”

“Not a chance.” Smirnov responds.

“Come on, you coward! Let’s go.”

“I have nothing to gain by fighting an idiot.” Smirnov says.

“You’re just afraid that I’d stomp your fucking teeth in.” Artyom says. “Fucking weasel.”

“I would suggest that you treat me a little more nicely.” Smirnov tells him with a smug look on his face. “I know about your dirty little secret. I just haven’t decided what I’m going to do with it yet.”

I break into a cold sweat. I can see the anger burning in Artyom’s eyes but he has **** but to stand down.

“Clean your uniform up.” Smirnov orders me. “Fucking disgrace.”

I ball up a handful of snow to wipe the last of the cum away from my collar.

“Come on.” Smirnov urges us. “We’re going back to the others, and I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

We quietly follow him back to where the others are waiting, and it isn’t long before Dadonov returns.

“I met him. I have what we need.” He tells us before approaching Smirnov. “I told you that you’d have to give that back.”

Smirnov gives up the Tokarev rifle with much sadness. Dadonov doesn’t waste any time, simply changing his coat back and putting on his helmet on.

“Do you remember the house we stayed at on the way to the bridge?” He asks us.

A few murmurs of “yes” circulate the ranks.

“It’s on the way back.” Dadonov tells us. “We’re stopping there.”