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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So am I. Seems like the sort of thing he'd do, though. :)
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Any news, please. Anything but 'we still haven't heard' or 'no new orders, yet.'
death by enforced sitting still. =\
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yeeees. Could be worse--he could be sitting at a higher rank and still stuck someplace waiting for orders.
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