Winter in Stalingrad

Once again Gennasi returns to wartime Stalingrad.

He looked at the dark gray sky, not knowing exactly where in the city he was.What he saw was an endless ruin. For the first time, the boy couldn't find a reference object as a coordinate.

He's stuck here.

In this cold and silent dead city.

No, not right!

Soviet got up from the snow.

How is this possible without the sound of gunfire?

Is the war over?

Even so, the city should be full of workers who came to rebuild.

The sky began to turn black.

The night without a star is coming.

Gennaxi started to run, he didn't know where he was going, it looked the same everywhere.But he had to move on, there was no way he could get out of here without running.

The world suddenly tilted, and the boy lost his balance and fell heavily into the snow.

"Hmm..." Gennasi's face was hurt by the frozen snow on the ground, and he supported himself.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something.He widened his eyes and slowly turned his head.

A large hand covered his eyes.

The skin of that hand was warm and rough, and Gennasi's long eyelashes touched several calluses.

Then, he was held in someone's arms.

The pectoral muscles and arms that belonged to the man encircled him.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

The man lowered his head and whispered in his ear with a low and magnetic voice.

Gennasi knows who this quirky and distinctive accent belongs to!

"Felix..."

A faint smell of bread spread into the nose.

The Soviet soldier moved his fingers lightly, and he felt his back and the back of his head resting on the soft mattress, his body covered with sun-baked quilts, and the warm dusty smell swirled on the tip of his nose.

He rolled his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the infusion bottle hanging on the side and the white and clean ceiling.

Something was pressing down on his right hand.

Gennasi tried to lift his head.

A girl was lying beside his bed. The child wore ponytails and patched clothes.

The boy's eye sockets became wet all of a sudden.

"Dunisha..."

He softly called his sister's name. It had been a long time since the last time he spoke, and his hoarse voice made him feel strange.

The girl whimpered like a kitten, and seemed resentful of being woken up.

Gennasi smiled, wiping his tears with his hands.

It's been a long time since this scene, how long has it been since he saw his sister's lazy bed?

The 14-year-old girl opened her eyes. She was a little sleepy, with big eyes fluttering, pouting and sniffing her nose.

"Snapped--"

A snap of her fingers sounded beside her ear, and Dunisha's body shook, obviously startled.

"Brother, you again!!!—"

Halfway through the girl's complaints, she suddenly stopped talking.

It was the first time she saw her brother with such an expression.

Tenderness mixed with a touch of compassion.

Is this the Gennasi with the look on his face when he left the house?

However, what Gennasi did next, flattered his sister a little.He hugged her, stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek.

When their siblings are together, they are often noisy. As the elder brother, Gennasi loves to tease his little sister.This was the first time he made such an intimate move towards her, and Dunisa inevitably blushed a little.

"Gennasi..." She patted the boy on the back lightly, and the boy let her go.

"I'm sorry, Dunisa." Gennasi wiped away tears again: "I'm just, so happy to see you..."

The boy thought of something, and quickly grabbed his sister's shoulder: "Where's mom?"

He asked, looking around where he was: "This is a hospital, am I not on the front line? How did you get here?"

Gennasi propped up his upper body, and only then did he feel the abnormality in his left foot.

His memory woke up like lightning, and those painful images began to invade his brain again.The boy gasped heavily, looking at his right leg... Under the quilt, the part that should have been protruding from the left foot was gone.

"Haha..." Gennasi laughed at himself, and his sister looked at him with worried eyes.

The girl was thinking that it might be difficult for him to accept this reality.

He is not the only one who is unacceptable.When Dunisa thought of what her brother had faced, she felt uncomfortable.Tears welled up uncontrollably.

In terms of love to cry, the two siblings are really alike.

"Dunisha, don't cry."

Gennaxi wiped his sister's tears with his sleeve: "I'm fine, don't worry. I just didn't think I could survive... Really, you can't imagine, the price I paid was only one foot, I I see so many good brothers every day... I am really, very lucky."

He looked up at the glassed window.

It was a clear sky outside, and there were no traces of war.

It can be said that at this moment, Gennasi didn't know if he was in a dream.

Gennasi received good treatment over the next two months as the wound took time to heal.His mother and sister lived with him in the hospital.The irony is that these two mother and daughter, who were once emaciated due to lack of food in the countryside, gained weight because of the heroic efforts of their relatives.

In a distant place, the war is still going on, and the people he is familiar with are still there.

"Tiger Hunter. Gennaxi."

Victor handed the newspaper to the young hero.

"You don't look like someone who killed three Tigers."

The boy in the oversized hospital gown looked smaller than when he was in military uniform.

"Those things are not important." Gennasi said, with a somewhat eager expression: "Comrade Victor, can you tell me how the others are doing now?"

The political commissar hugged his arms, and now there were only him and the only patient in front of him in the ward.The 17-year-old was enjoying all the perks reserved for a hero, and he didn't look content at all.

He looked at the boy with raised eyebrows.

"Who are those other people you care about?" Victor adjusted his glasses: "Is it Agavnovich, your old teammates, your subordinates...or Bach?"

Gennasi froze, and a trace of fear began to appear in the eyes of the political commissar.

"Bach has been doing German intelligence deciphering work under my supervision. He is very good at hiding his emotions and doing things very calmly. To be honest, he behaves just like the Germans I understand, like a machine."

Victor looked down, and the boy's reaction was helping him confirm his thoughts.

"Because of this, when I told him that you were seriously injured and lost a foot, this man who looked like a machine immediately burst into tears in front of my eyes."

He still remembered Bach's anomaly at that moment.

The German's pupils dilated all of a sudden, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, with disbelief written on his face.His brain should have refused to believe this fact at that time, but at the same time it did receive the information.And it reflected well on the face.

When he was crying, he didn't even realize it.

It was subconscious tears.

"You are not good friends in a normal relationship."

Victor said he was looking into Gennasi's eyes, and the boy was doing his best not to avoid his gaze.

Gennasi gritted his teeth, and didn't know what he was insisting on, but his intuition told him that if he showed weakness to Victor now, he might not be the only one who would be unlucky.

Victor relaxed his shoulders, and his expression was no longer as aggressive as before.

"Don't stare at me, Gennasi." Victor scratched his hair: "I'm just here to visit the sick today. Oh, yes, by the way, I'm not here alone."

The political commissar was satisfied to see the child showing doubts, and a little expectation flashed in his big eyes.

Victor straightened his military uniform, put his hat on again, walked to the door of the ward, opened the door, and let in the man who had been waiting in the corridor for a long time.

He pressed the man's broad shoulders, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth and patted his shoulder comfortingly instead.Then close the door and leave.

The man looked at the boy sitting in the ward, who was leaning forward, as if he wanted to fly over immediately, with a smirk of joy on his face.

"It turns out that even if a person is disabled, he can still laugh."

Then, that smiling face began to fill with tears.

Bach got where the boy could go without getting up, so that he could hug him firmly.

"Felix!" Gennasi shouted happily, rubbing the shirt on Bach's stomach.

Bach sat down along the edge of the bed, and in turn took the boy into his arms.Since working for Victor, he hasn't worn a military uniform, and because of his civilian attire, he was able to mix among a group of Soviets.

Gennasi enjoyed the feeling of burying his face in Bach's chest to the fullest. Those elastic muscles made him reluctant to let go. After a full minute, he raised his head, looked at Bach's face and said with a smile: "Really Nice to see you again."

He didn't dare to say that I thought I'd never see you again.Since the last time we parted, he had had a blind superstition, afraid that speaking his worst fears would make them come true.

Gennasi wanted to kiss his lover with ease, but at the same time he was worried that Victor would suddenly enter from outside the door.

Looking at him looking left and right, Bach knew his brain circuit clearly.

"Don't worry, Victor is not the kind of person who doesn't understand style."

"Huh?" Gennasi raised his eyebrows: "Could it be him?"

"Yes, he already knows." Bach nodded and smiled wryly: "This man's observation skills are really first-class. If you insist on keeping him secret, it will only cause counterproductive effects."

"Is it okay?" The boy looked worried, afraid that the political commissar would be eavesdropping outside the house.

Isn't it impossible to do anything?

"That's right, because I have been working with him, I already know this person's character. You can rest assured that his character is very reliable. When I worked for him, I saw him several times. It is very rare to distribute your own military rations to the local people."

"Well..." Gennasi pouted, he was a little jealous.

"Anyway, I just think that people who are political commissars are a bit scary."

When he was in the commando, he once heard from the old team members that the political committee shot the fleeing soldiers, so whenever he saw them, he would unconsciously get nervous.

"That probably counts as prejudice?" Bach leaned against Gennasi's pillow, stroking the back of the boy's hand: "Do you know that there are at least [-] to [-] deserters from the Soviet Red Army. The order given to the political commissar is If caught, they will be shot, but as far as I know, among the [-] or [-] deserters, only a few hundred were actually shot."

"That's a lot."

"It's a lot, but think about it, what will happen if you lose [-] to [-] troops in frontline operations?"

"There are also deserters in the German army!"

"Of course the number is not as large as the Soviet army. Ha, you look unconvinced." Bach grabbed Gennasi's face: "There is nothing to care about. Germany started preparing for war very early, and you have too many volunteers. Well, people who have only been trained for a few days are sent to the battlefield. It’s no wonder that they don’t flee. Moreover, the Germans are more stubborn. Because of this, the army I stayed in before, as long as there are deserters, they will be shot. .Unlike the Soviet Union, which gave the opportunity to return to the original team, basically they would not be sent to any punishment battalion or mine-sweeping platoon. If you catch one, you will kill one."

"It's so strict." Gennasi trembled.

"The most severe ones should be the Japanese soldiers. I heard that they all committed seppuku over there." Bach gestured on his stomach with his hand: "The more humane ones are probably the United States and Britain. I'll listen to China." My friend said that they are very interesting. The troops of the two parties over there often escaped from one team, and then were recruited by the other team when they turned around. The uniforms of the two sides changed in turn, but they were all Japanese soldiers I don’t know what’s the point of running around.”

"Maybe you want to change the food?" Gennasi heard that food from all over China has different tastes.

"Ah, that's right." Bach took out a jug from the inner pocket of his coat, and then shook it in front of Gennasi's eyes a few times: "Can you drink now? What did the doctor say?"

"Well, in theory, I'm not allowed to drink." The boy stared at the metal portable flagon and gulped.

I also know that alcohol is not conducive to the recovery of the wound, but Gennasi's wound has closed up now, and the doctor is going to install a prosthetic limb for him after he stabilizes. After all, he can still drink alcohol in this state.

"Then I won't give you a drink."

Bach smirked, raised his head and drank by himself.

"Wow, so cunning!!" He was definitely teasing himself!Gennasi reached out to grab the wine jug in Bach's hand, but his upper body was too short to reach it.

"Huh?" The boy's shoulders were suddenly hugged and raised.

Bach held up the wine jug in his left hand, his cheeks swelled ridiculously because of the liquid.He lowered his head, gave the little boy some time to react, and then kissed his lips.

Gennasi stood there in a daze, his thinking ability was thrown into the sky for a while.He could smell bad cigarettes and leather on Bach.The stubble on the man's face and the breath from his nose made him a little restless.

The so-called hormone pheromone probably refers to this, right?

Then, the sweet vodka slid down the lubricated tongue into the boy's mouth.

He closed his eyes and quietly began to enjoy this special kiss.

The excess wine overflowed from the joint of their lips and trickled down Gennasi's white chin. The transparent liquid melted on the collar of the young man's white hospital gown, and the faint aroma of the wine was irritating. Started to get drunk.

The young man's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed the vodka mixed with the man's saliva in his mouth, and his stomach began to heat up immediately after receiving the stimulation of alcohol.Bach just let him go, licking his lips with a satisfied face, which seemed to be very aftertaste.

"You are...a foul."

Gennasi's cheeks flushed, and he could only see the man in front of him.I don't know if it's because of the drunkenness, or because the desire can't be restrained and starts to dominate the brain, maybe it's both.

He looked at the door with a guilty conscience and trembled a little when he spoke.

"What should I do, will Victor suddenly come in..."

Well, the boy's current physical condition is very bad.

"I checked with him earlier and he said we could have an hour."

"Why is it so short..." The boy's hand restlessly touched the man's waist.

"Don't think about it." Bach stopped his claws that continued to advance towards the buttocks: "It must be too late to penetrate. Besides, I still have very important things to tell you."

He kissed the boy's forehead, then kicked off the boots on his feet, and got into the warm quilt covering Gennasi's body. Although he was a little impatient, his movements were still very careful, for fear of touching the boy's leg.

"Use your hands, the speed will be faster..."

In the darkness under the quilt, Gennasi could feel the burning thing that the man pressed against his special part.

Next, let the breath fill you with desire for 10 minutes.