In the lecture hall of the ABEI, the advanced class is being announced to be part of a “peace project” to have a “ready force to end war before it begins”. Bullcrap, Willy thought. They just want a thumb to press down on everyone else.
Vladimir sits in his seat slouching over. I really need a drink to settle this. I’m so tired.
He yawns and sits up to look at the announcement. Nice. We’re big boys now. It’s the first step to communism’s return. I need to grab my stache of vodka to celebrate. Maybe convince the others of my class.
Vladimir sighs at the idea Lets not risk getting in trouble.
Novislav browses through a 3-ring binder filled with various sheets of accordion music. His right leg is raised so that his foot is resting on the chair. His rather large backpack is plopped on the floor in front of him.
“Now now Will; stupid isn’t a nice word.” Lauren leans against the wall behind him, whatever excuse the 90’s had for headphones hanging around her neck. “Sometimes a true one, but never a nice one. And we’re all nice here, aren’t we?”