Raw emotions are the things we want back. It’s all he could think about as he stared through his almost emptied beer bottle to the fire beyond at his feet. Something muffled and stern was breaking through the background noise. “Aiden – Aiden, you aldright man?” his friend asked. “Yea I’m good.” He said through tired eyes. “Just contemplating why I should stay alive.” He said in a calm and flat tone.
Lesov raised his eyebrow along with the bottom of his vodka bottle. “Because we have drink and meat!” he said equal parts frustration and happiness. “Is thought like that will get the best of you Aiden.” He took a bite of meat off his skewer. “- and I have no time for you to get the best had of you friend.” Lesov said with a warm smile through his beard. “Now stop drinking that beer – it’s to make you sad when you are tired. Get sleep. I will watch for us in tree stand. You keep Mira on you.” He handed over a homemade submachine gun before picking up his old rifle and bottle of vodka, walking into the darkness.
