Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 3:34:14 GMT -6
Magadan, Oblast, Russia:
The weather was cool as always. The middle of ‘summer’ and it was only about 60 degrees fahrenheit out. Other members of Boris’ family were out fishing. A couple of his brothers were working the mines. Mining and Fishing being the main products of the small city, as for Boris himself, he was doing the same thing he always did. He had a firm hold on the plow, working with the ox pulling it pushing the plow through the tough, subarctic soil that required a lot of time and work to get any real food from it. Short seasons, bad soil made farming nearly impossible, but Russians were hard workers and stubborn to boot. Besides. Magadan was almost completely cut off from the rest of Russia by ground. The nearest town was Yakutsk, 1,200 miles away on a unpaved, often muddy road. Thus, the people of Magadan were forced to be as independent as they could be until supplies came in via ground during the long winter or by air or ship. Boris himself? Not only had his own family’s field to plow but a couple others. Being the village’s giant and a helpful sort, he helped some of the other families that needed it when he could. It was a simple, hard life to be sure but it was one that Boris loved and was just happy with.
That was until 1999. That was when Boris’ life would change forever. The Russian military came in on their yearly trip to take all military aged men for their mandatory 18 months of service to the Russian military. The recruiter Boris met almost excused the giant man, not being sure there was a need for him, but Boris was taken and left home for the first time. He had just finished military training in Siberia when the Second Chechen war broke out in August 1999. Boris found himself pushed into the war and soon his unit found himself attached as a support unit to a Spetsnaz team. It was here he first met Dasha. Boris had always been a shy man. There were some pretty girls in his home town, but he never talked to them due to being shy. But Dasha, well she was simply the most beautiful woman Boris had ever seen and it was paired up with her that the formerly subpar soldier Boris began to really excel as he attempted to impress Dasha and, it was also when Dasha and the Russians noticed something in Boris they could use...
Battle of Grozny, January, 2000:
Things were nearing the end for the Chechens. They had been pushed back to their capital, Grozny. The Russians and pro-Russian Chechens had fought through the bloodbath and were preparing the knockout blow. Boris and his team were walking through the streets, moving from cover to cover, Dasha leading them. Suddenly, Chechen separatists opened fire on them, they got to cover, but Boris heard Dasha growl in pain and glanced back. The object of his affection had been grazed by a bullet and was bleeding. Boris saw red...
“YOU HURT DASHA!!!” He roared out in Russian as he charged forward lowing through the window of a building in which the Chechens were hiding, knocking one of them down with the force of his charge, before picking up the man’s rifle and swinging it as hard as he could, breaking the wooden stock right off the AK-47 as he crushed the man’s skull. He turned and fired his own AK taking out the second man. Boris felt a slight pain and looked to see a third Chechen had stabbed him. Boris roared out and grabbed the man, lifting him up over head before launching him like a spear head first into a concrete wall. Boris finally began to calm down and looked behind him to see Dasha and his squadmates looking at him in amazement. Having talked with them after the incident, the sounds of battle had muffled exactly what Boris had said, which was a huge relief to Boris.
However, while Boris respected Dasha’s abilities both as a fellow soldier, a Spetsnaz and a fighter, he admired her as a woman, for being able to preserve and for being such an amazing combination of smart, beautiful and yet utterly ruthless. It was the ruthless at times, cold hearted nature of Dasha that made Boris uneasy at times, but Boris had been through Spetsnaz training as well. He had passed, if not necessarily with flying colors.
However his new partnership with Dasha had been endangered during a later stage of the same hell on earth known as the Battle of Grozny.
Boris was out on patrol with Dasha and a few other soldiers when they thought they heard something. Boris was left to guard the position they were at, a old blown out hotel. Dasha and the others went off to investigate. The tactic was simple enough. Boris was to make sure the Russians could fall back if they needed to and take up defensive positions. However, while he was there, he heard a muffled noise from inside the hotel. Coming in carefully, he noticed a Russian soldier raping a Chechen woman. Boris had been raised with a strong sense of how to treat women and this infuriated the big man. He charged forward and grabbed the man, lifting him up off his feet as he choked the life out of the man. Boris remembered how odd it was. How the man dangled like a worm on a hook, struggling to get free, the way his eyes rolled up into his head as he finally died. The... bodily fluids that ran down the leg of the man as his last breath passed. Boris tossed him aside and looked over the woman, holding up a hand, speaking in Russian. “Its okay... I want to help you... are you hurt?”
Boris never got an answer to that question as a shot rang out and the woman fell back dead, with a bullet in her head. Dasha walked in with her handgun and pointed it at Boris. “You are traitor!” She practically screamed. “You are lucky others are not back yet or I would shoot you myself...” She glanced at the Russian soldier and then back at Boris. “Why did you kill Comrade Voskov?!”
Boris pointed to the dead Chechen. “H..he was hurting girl! Its wrong!” Dasha planted her combat boot into his groin, bringing Boris to a knee and then backhanded him with her hand that held the pistol. “No! She is Chechen! It doesn’t matter if she dies! Only good Chechen is dead Chechen you stupid ox! No...” Dasha paced back and forth, trying to think of how to salvage the situation and then nodded. “No... you caught Comrade Voskov deserting.” She said, firing three shots into the Russian’s chest before she nodded. “He came here to meet up with his Chechen lover and you didn’t know if he deserted or was aiding Chechen rebels. You shot them both and reported to me. Niet, that is too much for you to remember. Just tell them you reported to me and agree with what I say, Da?!”
Boris’ choice to go along with Dasha that day had led him, inexorably, to this point, where he was still with Dasha which made him happy and still competing in fighting and getting chances to show off how strong he was, which also made him happy. Boris was, after all, a simple man to please. His thoughts were disrupted, however, by the all too familiar sound :
BORIS!!!
Without even really thinking about it, Boris dashed off towards Dasha and entered the room her and her friend were in. “Da Dasha, Boris is here!” He said in his usual tone. Dasha, seemingly satisfied, looked over at him as she stood up, ending her meeting with Vye, who walked by and smiled at Boris as the two exchanged quick pleasantries. Dasha walked over to Boris and frowned. “We apparently have match this week.” She began as she laid out her plan. “I have a fight against Scarlet Styles. You are fighting unknown woman named Jubilee Jinx. If Ignite 200 is any account, woman is mentally unbalanced and should be put down to safeguard society, but I digress. It is vital that we both win. You show her no mercy and you will break her, da?”
Boris frowned. He was never one to back down from a fight, but fighting a woman always seemed wrong to the big man. “But Dasha.. Boris doesn’t like to fight women..”
Dasha sighed and nodded. “Da, Boris. I know. But match has been made and we have duty. Duty calls for sacrifice and thus you will sacrifice for the good of the People! As all Soviets sacrifice at one time or another.” Seeing her argument has made somewhat of a dent but not clearly getting through, she opens her laptop and spins it around, to show Boris as she sits down and pulls up New Edge’s website and looks at the bio section for Jubilee Jinx which lists a picture of her, her hometown, her height, weight and accomplishments in NEW, the accomplishments being empty as she is brand new. Dasha nods. “You spar with me, da? She is taller than me, heavier than me. It is not your fault if you hurt her. It is New Edge for being dumb enough to put someone small up against giant like you.
Boris studied the information. Dasha did seem to have a point. Boris, at 7’1 was over a foot taller than her, which was closer to what he’d expect when fighting a male. He weighed 355 pounds, which was about 150 pounds heavier than her. Enough to hurt and cause major damage, but again, not much different from many men he’d fought. Dasha stood up and nodded. “Come on. We have to meet up with Vye later, but first, we need to be clear. You crush her, no mercy, da?”
Boris thought about the woman that made herself look like some weird clown and sighed. She had apparently chosen this path knowing what it might lead to and if it would make Dasha happy…
Boris sighed. “Da Dasha… Boris will crush her.”
The weather was cool as always. The middle of ‘summer’ and it was only about 60 degrees fahrenheit out. Other members of Boris’ family were out fishing. A couple of his brothers were working the mines. Mining and Fishing being the main products of the small city, as for Boris himself, he was doing the same thing he always did. He had a firm hold on the plow, working with the ox pulling it pushing the plow through the tough, subarctic soil that required a lot of time and work to get any real food from it. Short seasons, bad soil made farming nearly impossible, but Russians were hard workers and stubborn to boot. Besides. Magadan was almost completely cut off from the rest of Russia by ground. The nearest town was Yakutsk, 1,200 miles away on a unpaved, often muddy road. Thus, the people of Magadan were forced to be as independent as they could be until supplies came in via ground during the long winter or by air or ship. Boris himself? Not only had his own family’s field to plow but a couple others. Being the village’s giant and a helpful sort, he helped some of the other families that needed it when he could. It was a simple, hard life to be sure but it was one that Boris loved and was just happy with.
That was until 1999. That was when Boris’ life would change forever. The Russian military came in on their yearly trip to take all military aged men for their mandatory 18 months of service to the Russian military. The recruiter Boris met almost excused the giant man, not being sure there was a need for him, but Boris was taken and left home for the first time. He had just finished military training in Siberia when the Second Chechen war broke out in August 1999. Boris found himself pushed into the war and soon his unit found himself attached as a support unit to a Spetsnaz team. It was here he first met Dasha. Boris had always been a shy man. There were some pretty girls in his home town, but he never talked to them due to being shy. But Dasha, well she was simply the most beautiful woman Boris had ever seen and it was paired up with her that the formerly subpar soldier Boris began to really excel as he attempted to impress Dasha and, it was also when Dasha and the Russians noticed something in Boris they could use...
Battle of Grozny, January, 2000:
Things were nearing the end for the Chechens. They had been pushed back to their capital, Grozny. The Russians and pro-Russian Chechens had fought through the bloodbath and were preparing the knockout blow. Boris and his team were walking through the streets, moving from cover to cover, Dasha leading them. Suddenly, Chechen separatists opened fire on them, they got to cover, but Boris heard Dasha growl in pain and glanced back. The object of his affection had been grazed by a bullet and was bleeding. Boris saw red...
“YOU HURT DASHA!!!” He roared out in Russian as he charged forward lowing through the window of a building in which the Chechens were hiding, knocking one of them down with the force of his charge, before picking up the man’s rifle and swinging it as hard as he could, breaking the wooden stock right off the AK-47 as he crushed the man’s skull. He turned and fired his own AK taking out the second man. Boris felt a slight pain and looked to see a third Chechen had stabbed him. Boris roared out and grabbed the man, lifting him up over head before launching him like a spear head first into a concrete wall. Boris finally began to calm down and looked behind him to see Dasha and his squadmates looking at him in amazement. Having talked with them after the incident, the sounds of battle had muffled exactly what Boris had said, which was a huge relief to Boris.
However, while Boris respected Dasha’s abilities both as a fellow soldier, a Spetsnaz and a fighter, he admired her as a woman, for being able to preserve and for being such an amazing combination of smart, beautiful and yet utterly ruthless. It was the ruthless at times, cold hearted nature of Dasha that made Boris uneasy at times, but Boris had been through Spetsnaz training as well. He had passed, if not necessarily with flying colors.
However his new partnership with Dasha had been endangered during a later stage of the same hell on earth known as the Battle of Grozny.
Boris was out on patrol with Dasha and a few other soldiers when they thought they heard something. Boris was left to guard the position they were at, a old blown out hotel. Dasha and the others went off to investigate. The tactic was simple enough. Boris was to make sure the Russians could fall back if they needed to and take up defensive positions. However, while he was there, he heard a muffled noise from inside the hotel. Coming in carefully, he noticed a Russian soldier raping a Chechen woman. Boris had been raised with a strong sense of how to treat women and this infuriated the big man. He charged forward and grabbed the man, lifting him up off his feet as he choked the life out of the man. Boris remembered how odd it was. How the man dangled like a worm on a hook, struggling to get free, the way his eyes rolled up into his head as he finally died. The... bodily fluids that ran down the leg of the man as his last breath passed. Boris tossed him aside and looked over the woman, holding up a hand, speaking in Russian. “Its okay... I want to help you... are you hurt?”
Boris never got an answer to that question as a shot rang out and the woman fell back dead, with a bullet in her head. Dasha walked in with her handgun and pointed it at Boris. “You are traitor!” She practically screamed. “You are lucky others are not back yet or I would shoot you myself...” She glanced at the Russian soldier and then back at Boris. “Why did you kill Comrade Voskov?!”
Boris pointed to the dead Chechen. “H..he was hurting girl! Its wrong!” Dasha planted her combat boot into his groin, bringing Boris to a knee and then backhanded him with her hand that held the pistol. “No! She is Chechen! It doesn’t matter if she dies! Only good Chechen is dead Chechen you stupid ox! No...” Dasha paced back and forth, trying to think of how to salvage the situation and then nodded. “No... you caught Comrade Voskov deserting.” She said, firing three shots into the Russian’s chest before she nodded. “He came here to meet up with his Chechen lover and you didn’t know if he deserted or was aiding Chechen rebels. You shot them both and reported to me. Niet, that is too much for you to remember. Just tell them you reported to me and agree with what I say, Da?!”
Boris’ choice to go along with Dasha that day had led him, inexorably, to this point, where he was still with Dasha which made him happy and still competing in fighting and getting chances to show off how strong he was, which also made him happy. Boris was, after all, a simple man to please. His thoughts were disrupted, however, by the all too familiar sound :
BORIS!!!
Without even really thinking about it, Boris dashed off towards Dasha and entered the room her and her friend were in. “Da Dasha, Boris is here!” He said in his usual tone. Dasha, seemingly satisfied, looked over at him as she stood up, ending her meeting with Vye, who walked by and smiled at Boris as the two exchanged quick pleasantries. Dasha walked over to Boris and frowned. “We apparently have match this week.” She began as she laid out her plan. “I have a fight against Scarlet Styles. You are fighting unknown woman named Jubilee Jinx. If Ignite 200 is any account, woman is mentally unbalanced and should be put down to safeguard society, but I digress. It is vital that we both win. You show her no mercy and you will break her, da?”
Boris frowned. He was never one to back down from a fight, but fighting a woman always seemed wrong to the big man. “But Dasha.. Boris doesn’t like to fight women..”
Dasha sighed and nodded. “Da, Boris. I know. But match has been made and we have duty. Duty calls for sacrifice and thus you will sacrifice for the good of the People! As all Soviets sacrifice at one time or another.” Seeing her argument has made somewhat of a dent but not clearly getting through, she opens her laptop and spins it around, to show Boris as she sits down and pulls up New Edge’s website and looks at the bio section for Jubilee Jinx which lists a picture of her, her hometown, her height, weight and accomplishments in NEW, the accomplishments being empty as she is brand new. Dasha nods. “You spar with me, da? She is taller than me, heavier than me. It is not your fault if you hurt her. It is New Edge for being dumb enough to put someone small up against giant like you.
Boris studied the information. Dasha did seem to have a point. Boris, at 7’1 was over a foot taller than her, which was closer to what he’d expect when fighting a male. He weighed 355 pounds, which was about 150 pounds heavier than her. Enough to hurt and cause major damage, but again, not much different from many men he’d fought. Dasha stood up and nodded. “Come on. We have to meet up with Vye later, but first, we need to be clear. You crush her, no mercy, da?”
Boris thought about the woman that made herself look like some weird clown and sighed. She had apparently chosen this path knowing what it might lead to and if it would make Dasha happy…
Boris sighed. “Da Dasha… Boris will crush her.”