[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 1: 21:32:05
Babuskha's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia

Magazines: Loaded[/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr]
[quote]”I am not dead set on a city so much as a comfortable place to sleep that is clean, has modern plumbing and a lack of nasty smells.”[/quote]
“Modern plumbing? So ‘You picked the wrong country, Morgana.’” Borys called over with a laugh, repeating Oksana’s words.

[quote]”She'll be fine. She survived eighty years of oppression. They'll get their ears talked off.”[/quote]
“That doesn’t mean she has to suffer more. Don’t you think she’s been through enough?” Borys countered Oksana’s words, honestly a little bit disgusted with her callousness toward her Babushka.

[quote]”You drunk bastard. Can't believe you agreed with me earlier. You really are cased. Seems like you maybe shouldn't gamble though. You need a coffee before your drunk ass falls over. I left hot water and a compress there.”[/quote]
“What makes you all think I [i]want[/i] to be sober in this situation?” Borys asked the second and third person telling him to sober up in the day, taking a swig from the Medilandia to make a point, undercut by how it scrunched his face. “Kurwa, no, this govno is becoming a Molotov.” He set the bottle aside.

Truth be told, he didn’t remember where and why he broke Svetlana’s metal folding stock. The night was too hazy for detail like that. All he remembered was that it broke against someone’s face, and then the armory guy yelling at him. And Ivan and Kazimyr holding him back from breaking something else against the armory guy’s face. Svetlana had gone unreturned to the armory that night, and the next morning, he was unemployed - not for that stunt, strangely. For something stupid he wasn’t even part of.

Same deal with his armor, gas mask and tear gas grenades, the latter two leftover from riot control duties. All simply unreturned, lost in paperwork Hell and walked out with after being fired, because who doesn’t steal in Polavia is robbing their family.

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Fourth mug of tea of the night in hand, Borys sat on a stack of haybales for the briefing, almost subconsciously compensating for his height.

“You know what makes these bearable?” He asked when he saw Oksana counting nails in the barn’s roof beams to stave off boredom, miming taking a drink.

“One ward-carrying cop and we’re fucked even with false identities. They know our faces, the forged papers will have to rely on changed appearance to be effective here in the first place.” Borys pointed out a hole in Felix’ plan that he thought saw, probably not helping the shapeshifter’s situation by being yet another voice that interrupted his briefing instead of waiting for him to finish. “Might as well work the underworld connection angle and get smuggled out or take the train as the first option and only use forged papers to disappear once we’re abroad.” Likely in motherfucking Liboli, he thought glumly to himself, almost reaching for the wine at the thought.

[quote]”I almost forgot. This is for you. Make it last and Cherish it. I only have one bottle left of the good stuff.”[/quote]
Taking the bottle from Rowan, Borys pulled the cork out with his teeth and took a sip to sample. He reckoned the whole bottle would last him for maybe two useful inebriations and it was sweet enough to work as a fly trap, but it would do. “You are now my favorite person on the team.” he chuckled, clapping Rowan on the shoulder.