Eternity RPC Board
05-04-2017, 01:20 AM
Septem 1525
Diyda Gushina, Hatal Sovinov's chief of staff, was not pleased with the sight before him. Hatal's little brother, Lasha, had recently returned home after studying abroad in Angiris. The boy, who was almost twenty years younger than Hatal himself, had left Mazaghea during the latter stages of the war. Surprisingly, his attempt to gain a valuable education while most of the rest of the country struggled for independence was not opposed by Hatal. In fact, the older brother provided most of the funding to Hatal. In Hatal's mind, it would be better for him to get a meaningful education and return to Mazaghea with important skills that could be put to use in the nation's rebuilding.
It was not the education which displeased Sovinov's chief of staff, it was the manner in which Lasha's homecoming was celebrated; very drunkenly. "I don't understand, Hatal," Gushina said. "You have an image to maintain. You can't be going around the city like some kind of drunk."
"What is the problem, Diyda?" Sovinov laughed. "My baby brother has returned home for the first time to a free country, shall we not celebrate with him? Barkeep, another round!"
Gushina sighed sadly and shook his head. Even the bodyguards were drunk. Although the alcohol looked inviting, he had more self control and a sense of duty to his boss to keep a clear head in order to keep him out of trouble. After another hour, the sound of the door opening and the wind outside gusting in caused him to glance over. Uh oh, Gushina thought as he watched a group of roughly a half dozen men enter. These men look like trouble. Sure enough, they soon ordered their drinks, and one of them decided to walk past the celebrating Sovinovs... and purposefully bump into Lasha, causing Lasha to spill his drink.
"Hey!" Lasha said angrily. "Watch where you're walking!"
"Watch where you're standing," the man responded.
"No one speaks to my brother that way," Hatal said, approaching the two of them. Gushina recognized the danger and started to stand up from his seat in the corner of the room, but he was too late.
"Your brother?" the man said, checking behind him to make sure that his fellows, who had now come over, had his back. "It looks more like your sister!" He laughed, and his fellows laughed with him.
Hatal got red in the face. Behind him, the drunken bodyguards and friends had come over. Hatal threw the first punch, catching the man square in the jaw and throwing him off balance. His fellows caught him, however, and the brawl was soon on. Gushina had no chance of putting a stop to it, he simply had to wait until the militsiya, the police, arrived. By the time they did, the fight was mostly over. The Sovinovs had the best of it, and the other trouble-seeking men complained to the policemen about them.
"He assaulted me!" the original instigator said. "You should arrest him!"
"Quiet, you!" the lead policeman said. "We know how to do our jobs." He looked over warily at Hatal. Gushina decided to intervene and pulled the policeman aside.
"Don't you know who that is?" he said in a low voice to him.
"Is that... Commander Sovinov?"
"Yes. He is a war hero, and his little brother had just returned from abroad. They were celebrating, and the other man provoked him."
The policeman looked torn. Finally, he said, "Alright, I'll leave him alone. Just... tell him to not drink so much next time, eh? And no more fights. We can't just ignore it if this starts to become a pattern of behavior, you understand?" Gushina did, and smiled and thanked the man, and hurried Hatal and the others home.
Diyda Gushina, Hatal Sovinov's chief of staff, was not pleased with the sight before him. Hatal's little brother, Lasha, had recently returned home after studying abroad in Angiris. The boy, who was almost twenty years younger than Hatal himself, had left Mazaghea during the latter stages of the war. Surprisingly, his attempt to gain a valuable education while most of the rest of the country struggled for independence was not opposed by Hatal. In fact, the older brother provided most of the funding to Hatal. In Hatal's mind, it would be better for him to get a meaningful education and return to Mazaghea with important skills that could be put to use in the nation's rebuilding.
It was not the education which displeased Sovinov's chief of staff, it was the manner in which Lasha's homecoming was celebrated; very drunkenly. "I don't understand, Hatal," Gushina said. "You have an image to maintain. You can't be going around the city like some kind of drunk."
"What is the problem, Diyda?" Sovinov laughed. "My baby brother has returned home for the first time to a free country, shall we not celebrate with him? Barkeep, another round!"
Gushina sighed sadly and shook his head. Even the bodyguards were drunk. Although the alcohol looked inviting, he had more self control and a sense of duty to his boss to keep a clear head in order to keep him out of trouble. After another hour, the sound of the door opening and the wind outside gusting in caused him to glance over. Uh oh, Gushina thought as he watched a group of roughly a half dozen men enter. These men look like trouble. Sure enough, they soon ordered their drinks, and one of them decided to walk past the celebrating Sovinovs... and purposefully bump into Lasha, causing Lasha to spill his drink.
"Hey!" Lasha said angrily. "Watch where you're walking!"
"Watch where you're standing," the man responded.
"No one speaks to my brother that way," Hatal said, approaching the two of them. Gushina recognized the danger and started to stand up from his seat in the corner of the room, but he was too late.
"Your brother?" the man said, checking behind him to make sure that his fellows, who had now come over, had his back. "It looks more like your sister!" He laughed, and his fellows laughed with him.
Hatal got red in the face. Behind him, the drunken bodyguards and friends had come over. Hatal threw the first punch, catching the man square in the jaw and throwing him off balance. His fellows caught him, however, and the brawl was soon on. Gushina had no chance of putting a stop to it, he simply had to wait until the militsiya, the police, arrived. By the time they did, the fight was mostly over. The Sovinovs had the best of it, and the other trouble-seeking men complained to the policemen about them.
"He assaulted me!" the original instigator said. "You should arrest him!"
"Quiet, you!" the lead policeman said. "We know how to do our jobs." He looked over warily at Hatal. Gushina decided to intervene and pulled the policeman aside.
"Don't you know who that is?" he said in a low voice to him.
"Is that... Commander Sovinov?"
"Yes. He is a war hero, and his little brother had just returned from abroad. They were celebrating, and the other man provoked him."
The policeman looked torn. Finally, he said, "Alright, I'll leave him alone. Just... tell him to not drink so much next time, eh? And no more fights. We can't just ignore it if this starts to become a pattern of behavior, you understand?" Gushina did, and smiled and thanked the man, and hurried Hatal and the others home.