Laughing in the Face of Death [ Lagunilla/Kunststoff Soul ]

[conspiracist]

Name - Уладзімір Дарашэвіч (Uladzimir Doroshevich)

Age - 24

Nationality - Byelorussian SSR


Physical Appearance - (Far right.)

Personality - While he doesn't support the Socialist cause one bit, he will do everything to bring benefits to his family and himself, even if that includes being shot at continuously for seemingly forever. However, he's got his conscience clean, it's not like the Germans were being exactly humane with all races. It was either him or them, and well, he chose himself. Regardless, he wants as most people, both allies and enemies, to return to their homes walking instead of in a coffin or a simple telegram.

Faction - USSR

Class - Mortar crew, mortar man.

Other - I don't think so.

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Name: Matfey Kapylyushny, or in Russian: Матвей Капылюшный.
Age: 21
Nationality: Russian
Physical appearance: Matfey is a man of medium build, very light skintone, dark blue eyes, with the muscle of your average Soviet soldier. He has a small 3-inch scar in his left cheek, result of an accident he had while he was a child, back in Kalinin (today known as Tver). He has unkempt and short-medium light brown hair, same colour of the light stubble he currently has.
Personality: He and his brothers joined the army, the elder being a pilot and the younger becoming a standard rifleman, mostly to benefit their family back home, as well as to defend their country from the invasors. He's a somewhat shy young man, like most in the battlefield he was nervous, and obviously, scared of dying in a dirty trench or in a god-forsaken place. He can be quite talkative after getting to know his comrades, though.
Faction: Soviets
Class: Mortar crew, radio man.
Other: Nyet.

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Inventory (Uladizimir)

PPSh-41

PPSh-41 Drum Magazines x3

        71|71, 71|71, 71|71(+1)

Nagant M1895 Revolver

7.62x38mmR Ball Cartridges x21

RM-38 50mm Mortar

50mm Mortar HE Shell x3

50mm Chalk Dummy Shell x3

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Inventory (Matfey)

PPSh-41

PPSh-41 Drum Magazines x4

    71|71, 71|71, 71|71, 71|71(+1)

Tokarev TT-33 Pistol

Tokarev TT-33 Magazines x2

    8|8, 8|8(+1)

50mm HE Shell x2

Radio Kit

Standard Issue Rations x6

Full Water Canister x2

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You both awaken at in your camp, which rests on the second floor of a bakery, which also happened to be the baker's home. You are flanked by your guard, who is pacing around the room with a PPSh-41 out, with it's signature drum loaded in the magwell. The mortar sits, folded, next to your cots, where all of you, including your spotter, Dmitry, are sleeping. The guard, Maxim, stops pacing, then sits down by the stairwell, as if he doesn't notice you've woken up. You can see it's snowing out the window, and can hear the sound of gunfire in the distance, as always.

[Τι κοιτάς ρε]

Уладзімір Дарашэвіч.

Uladzimir woke up, very slightly startled. Probably the gunfire in real life messing about with his subconscious while he slept. Regardless, he lay motionless, absorbing the environment for a few seconds before finally getting up groggily, a tired hand gesture of "hey" to the guard, Maxim. If the city wasn't in such a wartorn state, it'd be beautiful with the snow falling. Sadly, most of that snow would be tinted red by the time this whole thing ended. I look over to my spotter and radio man, Dmitry and Matfey, before going over to where the mortar was, idly folded.

[Deleted]

Matfey was dreaming of Kalinin in the winter, sledding. Having fun with his friends, teasing others, playing in the snow when he was smaller. Simpler, better times.

Now he woke up, in some baker's home, with the ever-present noise of gunfire in the distance. The other three men with him were quite probably missing their homes, their families, the warmth and safety, the peace of not having a group of Germans aim at your head, and the peace of not having to kill any Germans, or anyone at all.

His mortar man, a Byelorussian fellow named Uladzimir, had woken up before him, and the guard, Maxim, had guarded probably throughout the entire night. Dmitry was still asleep, and while he thought of waking him up, he decided not to, since he would need to be able to keep his eyes open for any concentration of Germans. He went over to where his two awake comrades were, a little groggily.

[conspiracist]

Uladzimir

You see the standard issue, 50 millimeter mortar, lying on it's side, with the two legs keeping it from rolling, and it's ridiculously large muzzle opening pointing towards the stairwell. Maxim gives you a silent nod, then continues looking down into the staircase and periodically peeking to the window. In a few seconds, you notice Matfey getting up, then walking toward you.

Matfey

You walk over to Uladzimir.

[Τι κοιτάς ρε]

Uladzimir inspected the mortar briefly before unfolding it, placing it near the window, so as to have it ready to be used. He greeted Matfey with an inexpressive "Hello", as he looked out the window, a blank stare overlooking at the portion of Stalingrad visible from the window.

"Can't wait to see what unprepared, scared, young, homesick German gets torn to shreds when we get ordered to fire..." He sighed, before adding, "Matfey, wake up Dmitry, I guess we'll need to be ready. If we're awake, they probably are too."