Out Of The Frying Pan

Communal Apartments (5 3)

Novikova is quietly trying to sift some rubble away from the stairway. It seems to be a futile job. Without her scarf, it turns out she has somewhat frizzy brown hair that dust adores clinging to. Is she a dust bunny in a past life?

Having been asleep over in one corner of the basement, Mikhail stirs a bit, suddenly sitting up. Looking around for a few moments, to see where he is.

Sneeze. Sneeze. Sneeze. "Sorry, I—" SNEEZE. Yulia rubs her nose, her expression mimicking that of a person who just chomped down onto a lemon. The dust is getting to her too. "…. Do you need help, comrade?" she asks Novikov a bit bashfully since she is probably not the wisest choice to stir up more dust. "Are you trying to clear the stairs?"
Yevgenich is upstairs, at least someone is. There's some metal clanging from the kitchen, quite a lot of swearing and a fair bit of scraping. Whatever he's doing it isn't helping everyone else sleep.

Hopefully, nobody has attempted to drink the garlic-vodka mix that's been growing slowly more potent in its bottle by the wall. Over the last day another bottle's appeared next to it, similarly drained of vodka down to 1/4th and with some bizarre substance in it that's leeching dark orange-brown into the clear alcohol. Lenin only knows what that is. Maschenko's nowhere to be found until dusk, when he hazards a sprint back to the apartments between blankets of shells and the shrill screaming of the air raid sirens. He reeks of soot and something burnt as he crawls in through their broken kitchen window — which by this point is almost safer than trying the destroyed front door. Crash and crunch goes some glass, right near where Yevgenich is scrounging.

Blink. Novikova tilts her head. "Oh… kind of. It's probably just fine though. I guess we could go upstairs a bit," She offers. A little smile at Yulia. "I hear clanging, do you?" A peer up the stairs. She smiles, seeing Mikhail wake up. "I doubt it's healthy to be stirring up more dust than we need to anyway," Sigh. And Novikova would certainly not have attempted to drink the tincture. She knows dern well what happens. After all, she totally witnessed Maschenko punch the garlic into submission.

«Sirens!»
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack!

Yevgenich is attempting to move a gas cooker, he's moved it out from the wall and is industriously hacking at it with a half brick, you might presume he's checked that the gas isn't flowing first. He looks up as the sirens go. "Damn." He mutters, "Comrade." He waves a hand to Maschenko as he gets up and heads to the window.

«Ground Combat» Yevgenich moves out of Shared Kitchen.

Mikhail mutters a bit to himself, as he gets to his feet. "So…" he says, before the clanging upstairs gets his attention. "Who…" And then he hears the siren, grimacing a little bit, "Here they come again…" Frowning a bit.

"That would be nice," Yulia responds to Novi's offer. Better than going alone, at least. The plan seems possible until the sirens go off. She scowls. "So much for that."

"Everything's on fucking fire," Maschenko greets Yevgenich with an unpleasant tone, though surely it's not aimed at the young man. He's a mess, covered in acrid dust from head to foot except where two lines of stinging tears have cut trails through the soot on his cheeks. The sirens starting to blare again makes him get up to his feet, and blink as the younger man gets up.

D'oh. Novikova winces as the sirens go off. "I guess we should stay down here in cover. Or-" Or should they go outside? Novikova looks indecisive. "Hey! If you're up there, get to cover!" She flails and calls up the stairs. "Unless someone here really feels okay on the big gun outside." She sighs.

«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad Public Hospital (3 4) with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Drinking House with 10 x 250kg bombs!

«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 10 x 250kg bombs!

«Ground Vehicles» Yevgenich fires 76.2mm L51 obr 36 mounted on 76mm Universal Gun at Ju-88A but misses!

Maschenko gets stuck in the kitchen, of all places. He drops to his knees under a broken table as the ground starts to rumble outside, the drone of the planes getting far too close to chance darting for the basement or the door. Hell.

«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Sovetskaya Street with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Mira Street with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 10 x 250kg bombs!

«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Mira Street with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad - Industrial Area with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Mira Street with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare with 10 x 250kg bombs!

"Those guns were never one of the things I learned in the Army, sadly," Mikhail offers, stepping over to near the stairs to listen to what's happening up there for now.

From Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare, a male voice shouts, "Fire!".

"I don't think—" Yulia begins and then is drowned out by the roar of planes and the bombs. She goes sheet white and grabs onto Novi's arm, just a bit too tightly. "Someone's still up there…!"

Maschenko grits his teeth at the call of fire from the south. He twists around, peeking up through the window as he listens for the sounds of the planes. One's getting closer again.

"That's alright," Novi smiles at Mikhail. She smiles only briefly though, her eyes widening as her arm is grabbed onto. Squeeze the Novi! Yipe! She just pales a little. "They- should be ok! The kitchen is still standing. I hope they get down here though, I hear the big gun going off…" Her sentences string as babble spills forth. Apparently Novi natters under stress. "I don't think it's wise to go out and see though."

Mikhail frowns as he hears the mention of the fire, and looks a bit like he's torn between staying down here and heading up to help put it out for now. Looking from the stairs, to the people present down here, then up again. Staying quiet for now.

Maschenko shouts towards the splintered kitchen door. "There's three circling! Keep your heads down!"

You are the target!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Communal Apartments with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Mira Street with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Kommunisticheskaya Street with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad - Industrial Area with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Kommunisticheskaya Street with 5 x 500kg bombs!

«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad - City Center with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Drinking House with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Pedagogical Institute with 5 x 500kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 5 x 500kg bombs!

«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Mira and Kommunisticheskaya with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Lenina and Kommunisticheskaya with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Sovetskaya Street with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare with 10 x 250kg bombs!
«Airstrike!» Ju-88A level bombs Stalingrad with 10 x 250kg bombs!

"… I guess - I should go out and help?" Novikova winces as bombs fall. She clings to the wall for a moment. "I can't leave Comrade Yevgenich out there. I'll be right back okay?" She nods at Yulia and lowers her head. She scrambles out then.

«Ground Combat» Maschenko moves out of Shared Kitchen.
«Ground Combat» Novikova moves out of Basement.

Maschenko times this right - or so he can only fucking pray. As two of the bombers start circling again, he braces his hand on the wall and /runs/ for the door.

Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2)

Yevgenich is pounding at the fire with his completely ineffective shirt, the gun is ignored.

Maschenko is sprinting like a motherfucker down the rubble-strewn street, coughing as the black smoke of the fire rolls in his face. "Use the dirt on it," he can barely get out through coughing. His feet skid as he tumbles into the trench by the gun.

Run Novi Run. Skittering after Maschenko is the goofy girl. She looks almost comical as she scrambles over the rubble, coughing with the smoke. Ew! She huffs and hoofs it. She starts to toss dirt onto the fire.

Maschenko grabs an empty shell casing, dragging it through the rubble and soot-streaked dirt in the trench. A makeshift bucket is that, not terribly effective but better than nothing, contents thrown over the flames.

Yevgenich just grabs handfuls of rubble for the fire. He's swearing all the time as he tries to stifle the fire, keep it away from the shells, keep it away at all costs, he's coughing shirtless and shaking too. Damn planes.

«Ground Combat» You notice Yulia arrive at Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare.

«Ground Combat» You notice Mikhail arrive at Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare.

And Novi is just shoveling dirt on as best as she can with her hands, not finding a decent shell casing. She huffs from all the exertion. Fires be damned!

Maschenko hauls another casing-load of trench dirt onto the fire, smothering a little of it at the base.

Yevgenich dumps an armful of bricks onto the fire. That doesn't seem to do much. He runs for more, keeping in the trench. He's panting heavily and soot and dirt encrusted.

Mikhail hurries out of the building, moving to help put out the fire with whatever he can get his hands on while he runs for it.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

Mikhail hurries out of the building, moving to help put out the fire with whatever he can get his hands on while he runs for it.

«Game» Mikhail moves into Slit Trench.

«Game» Yulia moves into Slit Trench.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

«Ground Vehicles» Yevgenich works on reloading 76.2mm L51 obr 36 with 76.2mm HE-frag airburst!
Ready to fire!

Maschenko throws a last case-full of dust onto the thing, drowning some lingering embers in a cloud of dirt. He throws the empty hunk of metal aside, gritting his teeth.

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage rips through Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).
«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage batters Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

Vladmir is running out of the Apartments, rushing to see if he can help when an artillery barrage rips through the air. He ducks into the Trench, shouting words of encouragement mostly to himself. "Stay strong Comrades! For the Motherlands Russia!"

«Game» Vladmir tries to inspire the troops!

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage rips through Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

Mikhail throws himself into the trench now, before he moves to try helping getting it improved. Ducking down a bit as the barrage hits the area. "Boom…" he mutters, glancing back in the direction of the Apartments a bit thoughtfully.

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage rips through Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare to deadly effect, landing near Slit Trench!

Yulia suffers 1 wound damage to her left leg.
Yulia suffers 2 wound damage to her left leg.
Yulia suffers 1 wound damage to her right chest.
Yulia suffers 6 bruise damage to her abdomen.
Yulia suffers 2 wound damage to her left leg.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage batters Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).
«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage batters Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).

Maschenko is nearly blinded by the explosion of a shell right the fuck nearby. He coughs, ducking his head and scattering for the woman nearby. "Comrade Yulia!"

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage rips through Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).

Extinguishing the fire felt better than languishing in the basement, but the artillery is ever more present out here. Just as Yulia notices Vladmir enter the trench , something explodes and she falls, wincing in intense pain.

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage batters Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare ineffectually.
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Communal Apartments (5 3).

Yevgenich dives as a shell explodes nearby. "The gun." He shouts, then he looks up, "Comrade!" He rushes to her, though he can't do much, there's bits of shrapnel… He looks away. "We'll get you help." He says near her head.

«Medic Code» You cannot attempt first aid until the Armageddon Clock has ticked 66 more times.
«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage rips through Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).

Maschenko drops to his knees by Yulia, shrugging off his singed vest. He wads it up, pressing it down onto one of her shrapnel wounds. "We've got you, comrade. Be strong."

«Medic Code» You cannot attempt first aid until the Armageddon Clock has ticked 2 more times.
«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage rips through Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare to deadly effect, filling the air with lethal shrapnel!

«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).

«Artillery» 90mm mortar artillery barrage batters Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare ineffectually.
«Artillery» Artillery barrage at Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare has lifted!
«Artillery» You hear artillery pounding Prospekt Lenina Thoroughfare (5 2).

Yulia faintly registers Yevgenich and Maschenko's voices beyond the explosions, though she has no difficulty seeing. The front of her shirt is alarmingly red, a color she's more used to seeing on others than herself. "Thanks," she mumbles.

Mikhail frowns a bit as he sees Yulia go down. Seeing the others heading over there, he stays back for now, looking around a bit carefully. "Just stay in cover, everyone…" he calls out. In case someone need the reminder.

Vladmir watches helplessly as someone is wounded. He pushes his head down into the dirt as rounds fly through the air. "Spread out!" He shouts, "Don't clump up our one shell will kill you all!" He freaks out as another shell whizzes by.

It's Yulia's leg that Maschenko seems more worried about. Red stains the dirt of the trench even as he wraps his now-useless vest around the wound and ties it tightly. "We need to get you back, so I can see to this."

Yevgenich has his dirty shirt in his hand, well maybe they wont need that, he flings it over he shoulder. "In this?" He asks, but before the doc gives an answer he adds, "Right." he's trembling frightfully, but he might be good enough to lean on at high speed.

"O-okay," Yulia says, gritting her teeth. "Just tell me what to do." Though she's not looking forward to it at all. She averts her eyes from whatever Maschenko's doing to her leg.

Elise takes advantage of a break in the arty fire to scramble over to this gun position, sliding down into the trench. Her uniform is dusty and dirty, and there are a few old bloodstains on it. "How is everyone here, comrades?" she asks.

Maschenko nods to Yulia, turning his eyes up to the smoke-darkened sky. Then to the others. "Comrade Yevgenich. Help me…come get your arm under hers, we'll carry her back." He's kneeling by Yulia, who's bleeding quite badly from a shrapnel hit on the trench.

Mikhail pauses for a few moments, "Need any help?" he asks to the doctor and the others. Glancing over at Vladimir for a few moments, then to Elise. "Bombs and artillery came in," a gesture over towards Yulia. "The artillery hit."

Yevgenich leans down. "Dah" With Yulia's cooperation he'll loop his hand under hers quite easily. "You'll be ok comrade." He promises rather emptily, trying to lift the woman up, "When your ready Comrade doctor."

Yulia allows herself to be lifted up, though now it seems like such an effort. Yup, that leg will be a problem. She winces and does her utmost to stay off it. Even though she's said the same words to dying patients, she nevertheless appreciates Yevgenich's sentiment.

"Hang in there, comrade," Elise offers a grim encouragement to Yulia. "You're in good hands. You have her, Doctor?" she asks.

"Tak, ready." Maschenko digs his arm around Yulia's other side. "Get your arm under her leg there. I've got this side." He cranes his neck to see Mikhail, nodding. "If you can get back to the basement, I'll need some water right away." A quick nod to Elise as they start to lift.

Yevgenich loops his hand round. He's still panting a little, but capable of lifting. He notes the lull. "How quick can we make this?" He asks Maschenko, he's ready to leg it if possible. Complete concentration on lifting while not hurting.

Mikhail nods a bit as he hears that, getting out of the trench rather quickly. "Will do," he replies, before he hurries off in the direction of the building again.

Maschenko gives Yevgenich a thin, humorless grin over the top of Yulia's head. "Quicker than their bombs, hey? Come on, let's go. Hang on to us, Comrade Yulia." Getting up out of the trench is the first hurdle, his feet skidding on rubble on the way up to the smoke-clogged street.

"Be careful getting back," Elise says to the group, standing by to help if needed but it looks like they have it pretty well in hand. "I'll see you back there once relief arrives." In the mean time, she continues to man the gun position.

Yevgenich has the lower side of Yulia, once he gets his footing he's ready to run, between pants he manages to say. "I've heard worse ideas Comrade." No he runs, not looking back to the trench or the gun. "Look out!" He manages as Maschenko backpedals near a large chunk of brick.

Mikhail has reached the building and disappears inside rather quickly now.

This is all ungainly at very best. Maschenko regains his footing and climbs out of the trench, keeping pace with the man who's got the other side of the human cargo between them. "Got it, got it…"

Communal Apartments (5 3)

Pale, Yulia does her best to simply accept what happened and clings with an unusually tight grasp to the two carrying her. The basement! Finally! She's never been so relieved to see this place. Too bad, because she thought she was finally going to get out for a while.

Mikhail has gotten down here already, getting the water ready as the others move in. Frowning a bit as he glances around the room.

Yevgenich came in through the front door, it's not perfect but it's the largest hole that has floor beyond it, then down the rubble strewn stairs. When it's time to lay her down, he does so then backs away slightly, it's Maschenko's area of expertise now.

Maschenko does his best to coordinate with Yevgenich, getting Yulia laid down on what was Novikova's cot. It's got the most padding. He rubs the back of his hand against his cheek, nodding his thanks to Mikhail as the man gets water. "Comrade Yevgenich…need some more light. Get a candle, will you?" He grabs his battered satchel from the wall, digging through it for his supplies. Which they have precious little of.

Yulia tries to relax herself as she hits the cot. She takes to opening and closing her hands at her side. It's frustrating, she thinks, to be the patient, to simply have to trust the doctor and wait. Watching the three around her helps to distract her from the fist of pain in her leg.

Yevgenich nods, fetching one of the candle stubs at the other end of the room. He frowns at it, "Only a couple more hours left with this one." He murmurs, bringing it back. He smiles down at Yulia, though he's still shaking. A moment to close his eyes and he holds the candle up so as to shed light on the shrapnel wounds.

"Thank you. Careful of the wax." Maschenko settles by Yulia's leg, something metal clinking on metal. Tweezers, needles. He's still pale and shaking a little bit himself, willing his voice to stay level. "Comrade," he tells the injured young woman, clearing his throat softly. "I have to do this without anaesthesia." Something you never want to have to say to a patient, ever. He starts to unwind the vest from around her leg, the dark blue fabric damp with blood. "Do you want some vodka before I start?"

Mikhail keeps silent as he watches and listens for now, expression a bit distant for a while. Paying attention to the proceedings, although it might not look like it.

Hoh, great. Yulia's eyelids flutter at his words. She'd honestly forgot about that. "Please," she says grimly.

Yevgenich cups his hand under the candle, which is guttering rather in his ragged breaths. He looks about, no vodka within reach, someone else will deal with that. He has the candle, and it's still alight. He's focusing on the important things.

Maschenko nods to Yulia, pressing his lips together. "Comrade Malakhov," he calls over his shoulder, since Yev's got his hands full of light. "There's some vodka left there by Comrade Elise's cot. Will you fetch it?" He looks back down at Yulia's leg, now uncovered to the soft candlelight. That wound's nasty, still welling blood, and he pours a dribble of water onto the skin around it. Red-tinged rivulets drip from the cot to the vest crumpled on the floor just below.

Mikhail pauses for a few moments, blinking as he hears his name, before he nods, and moves over to get hold of that vodka, hurrying back with it. Keeping quiet for the moment.

Yulia licks dry lips in anticipation. She's not much of a drinker, but in this case… she grips the side of the cot as the doctor dribbles water into her wound, her expression shifting into a pain-laden frown.

Yevgenich is watching, rather horrified, this helps light matters, he holds his breath when complicated looking things happen, which means the flame is strongest when the most concentration is needed. Despite two years in the army, this is the worst military wound he's seen close up.

Maschenko nods Mikhail to Yulia. "Let her have a drink." His eyes shift to Yulia's face and he gives her a grim nod. "I'll go as fast as I can. Just hold on." He turns his body so his back is to her, his right elbow bracing into the inside of her knee. Both to block her view of her own wound and, more grimly, to forcefully pin her leg down. This is going to hurt.

Mikhail nods and readies the bottle, before he moves to help pouring the liquid gently for Yulia. "It will be all right," he offers, a bit quietly.
Yevgenich can see what's going on. He forces himself to keep a close eye on what's going on. The candle's shaking a little though.

Yulia takes a drink, nodding thankfully to Mikhail. Vodka numbs everything. She takes a breath, blinking a bit, and fixes Maschenko with her eyes. "I'm ready when you are," she mumbles.

«Medic Code» Maschenko heals 1 wound damage on Yulia's left leg.

Maschenko doesn't have nearly the supplies he needs — the suture thread a piece of cheap crap, no antibiotic, and only a pair of huge tweezers to clean out the wound. It takes a while for him to get Yulia's leg stitched as well as it's possibly going to go, and dab a stingy amount of antiseptic salve over the wound before dressing it in gauze. Field surgery, in the middle of a city. "…there. Going to have to rest it for a couple days, Comrade Yulia. But it's stopped bleeding." He takes the pressure off her leg, giving a grateful nod to the two men standing around.

Mikhail nods a little bit. "Good thing we've got such a competent doctor around," he offers, with a bit of a smile.

Yevgenich has his eyes closed, he can't see the nod. Sometime between the suture was threaded and the end he gave up trying to watch. Eventually reality imposes itself back on him, he lowers the candle, checking that there's another one in the room before blowing his out, despite the dark. In the gloom he reaches down to pat Yulia's shoulders. "Rest comrade, while it is quiet." He nods at Mikhail's words, even going as far as to half smile in Luka's direction, "We're more than fortunate."

And unfortunately for Yulia, the lack of quality supplies is reflected in the amount of pain during the surgery. By the end of it, she's shaking, paler than she was before, and has the drying streaks of unwept tears running down the side of her face. Unlike the past few weeks, sleep finally comes swiftly, and she rests, but not before giving Maschenko a thankful look.

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