Talk:Sviatoslav Republic/@comment-24903406-20160712010636/@comment-24903406-20160802222420

B1 prison sector, Kursk- 12:30 PM

Dimitry is soundly sleeping after passing out from sheer exhaustion from his memories. He wakes up suddenly to hear the sound of heavy footsteps walking towards his cell door. The footsteps stop outside his door.

Click. The door swings open to reveal two V.K. commissars. Dimitry glares at them.

'''You dogs again? what are you going to do with me this time?''', Dimitry says to the commissars with a look of pure disgust on his face. The two AKM wielding commissars grip their weapons tight. The guard on the left speaks in a heavy tone, his voice sounding like hammers pounding steel.

'''You're being relocated to another prison district. You have been accused of many crimes against the state. You will face heavy interrogation and torture. We know about St. Petersburg, your resistance group started an uprising. But you won't get away with it, Sviatoslav will prevail.'''

Dimitry still glares at the commissar. Suddenly he grabs the wooden chair beside him and hurls it at the commissar, smashing it into his face. Rusty nails that had been poorly hammered in pierce the man's face. The commissar screams and stumbles around, Dimitry reaches out his leg and trips him. He falls head first into the ground, knocked out.

The second commissar is stil overcoming his shock. He grips his AKM and charges Dimitry, the bayonette gleaming. Dimitry ducks under the commissar's strike and grabs his leg, he pulls it backwards and trips him. The AKM slips out of the commissar's hand and it falls to the ground, butt first. The bayonette slices into the commissar's chest as he falls down on his rifle.

He yells and cries in agony as he bleeds. The other commissar who was knocked out slowly wakes up and tries to reach his walkie talkie on his belt, but before he can reach it Dimitry grabs the AKM from the commissar #1 and impales commissar #2.

Dimitry gets up, surveying his mess. He then bolts towards the door dashes out of the room...