Title: not exactly zakushi
'Verse/characters: Sibir; Ruslan Sergeievich, others
Prompt:
youraugustine: "Sibir, rations"
Word Count: 318
Notes: Same timeframe as
soldier's make. He's a lievtenant, at the moment, but they haven't bothered to rip off someone's tabs for him to use.
Dormouse, you will make ew-face.
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The evening's rations-optional was a serving of reconstituted dried mushrooms, or an extra glass of vodka, the board at the end of the line announced. )
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Any news, please. Anything but 'we still haven't heard' or 'no new orders, yet.'
Oh, the suck implied in that line. Especially knowing a bit about him. =(
Thank you, though. For Sibir, and for Ruslan. <3 It's a good bit. Just...yeah. =\
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*amused!* Yeah . . He hasn't gone past lievtenant rank yet, and knowing him, you can still tell he desperately needs something to think about that isn't in circles.
:)
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