Iron Cross Breeding Program [Main]

Afanasiy couldn't take it anymore. The apartment started to fade away and everything began to look like the ruins of Stalingrad. He saw Germans shooting his fellow comrades, but the only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat growing louder and faster with each passing second. He could feel himself freezing and his breathing became scarce as he started to shake again. He couldn't stop himself from preventing it and he slapped his hands over his ears, shutting his eyes tightly and gritting his teeth. He couldn't stay in here much longer, he needed to escape before he snapped. He shook his head and the visions went away, relieved to see Vitaliy and Tanya again. He stared down at the soup, then very carefully placed the plate onto the table, along with the silverware and the bread. He weakly stood and folded the towel in a nice square and placed it on the couch, then staggered to the door and looked at Vitaliy and Tanya once more, giving a small smile before opening the door and walking out.

The cold wind pushed Afanasiy into a building wall. He winced and leaned against the wall for support as he made his way towards the alley, bumping into some late-night workers. He didn't care; he could feel his head clearing up a little and he eventually stumbled into an alleyway. He didn't know if it was his or not, but he couldn't tell. All of them looked the same: cold, wet, dark, having that horrible smell, and stray animals. He collapsed to the ground and curled up, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep, barely feeling the cold wind brushing against him.

Vitaliy's senses seemed to come back slightly as he saw Afanasiy standing up, sobering up enough to realize that he was actually getting up and leaving. He straightened slightly and squinted, unsure of what his frie-- acquaintance was doing. He looked up at Tanya and said, "I... I think he's heading out again..."

Still shaking violently, he stood and followed after Afanasiy, unsure of whether or not Tanya would follow him. Hopefully she would so that she could help him with any reluctance he expected from Afanasiy. He followed Afanasiy, cursing when he couldn't pick up Afanasiy's scent right away until he passed an alleyway. Head snapping in the direction of the scent, he saw Afanasiy curled up on the ground. "Oh, come on, now..." he muttered. "That isn't a very good place to go and fall asleep, is it now?" He sighed and stepped into the alleyway, picked up Afanasiy and headed towards Tanya's apartment.