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Sorry my post's a little late. I hope this offering will suffice.
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Pyotr returned Josef's wave after they set off. Then, he kicked Varvara off toward the meeting place, and for a time, it was just him, and the sound of cantering hooves on cobbled street. The new guy, he thought as he rode almost automatically, seemed interesting enough, and he certainly appeared eager to participate in what they did. However, "the proof of the pudding," as the British said, "is in the eating," though in this case, Mister Bruno eating bullets would be less advisable than him doing his job correctly.

In time, Pyotr caught up with the car at the meeting spot, and promptly listened closely to the commanding officer's orders. It seemed Pyotr would provide covering fire from a distance should it be needed, as well as sending messages between the front line elites and those remaining in the car, up to and including telling Servác to bring the car around if injuries were sustained or live prisoners needed escorting.

In due course, Servác and Erich were sent off with the truck, whilst Josef, Karl, and Bruno took themselves to within the containment zone, Josef calling out for the civilians to stand down, or else be beaten down, give or take a few words here and there. Pyotr, still on Varvara's back, stayed just within the bounds of the barricades, ready to ride back if need be- and from the looks of things, and the hail of masonry and other such objects coming toward them, he probably would be forced to do so in very short order. Still, nobody had tried to make their way over to him yet, so he stayed put, patrolling left and right a few steps at a time to keep Varvara relaxed before the inevitable came to pass.