Eternity RPC Board
06-03-2019, 10:46 PM
Opoblincani department, Republic of Mordvania | Alvan, 1599
"They have arrived", Svetlana said.
"Very good", Miroslav said. "Give me five minutes". Befor leaving, she helped the old man to prepare and tie his shoes.
"It's good to see you again", Slobodan said. "How are things going?".
"Well, enough", Miroslav coldly replied. "I thought for a while that you were going to come today".
"We lost at least twice", Bogdan said. "It is not easy to find the road, it is certainly hidden...If we needed it, this would be a good place to escape".
"Yes, maybe", Miroslav replied, who seemed to not appreciate the joke from Bogdan, a man young enough to be not just his son but even his grandson.
"Things are going too far already", Slobodan said after a pause for a hot tea. "If they go wrong, this could explode on our own face".
"That's always a chance", Miroslav replied. "You have to be both careful and patient".
"And I'm afraid that more things may explode...", Slobodan continued. "We are entering in a dangerous territory".
"I don't know the details", Miroslav said, "and I'm not interested in them. But you are right, you must know how far you want to go. You don't want to destroy the whole building".
"Have you talked with Dragomir?", Miroslav asked, as Slobodan kept his silence.
"I haven't seen him for a while", Slobodan answered. "He knows what's going on, and he understand that we can not allow them to dismantle our position. It would be not only dangerous for the state and the armed forces to allow so, but for the survival of the nation. But he is in a complicated situation, personally".
"Yes, I understand", Miroslav replied. "I don't know him very well, to be honest. But I know him enough to believe that he understands our duty. I knew better his brother, for a while, when I worked for the ministry. Everyone compares them, I guess, but I feel they couldn't be more different...In the old times, it was kinda similar. I knew what I needed to know, and Bozidor knew what he needed to know. Sometimes more and sometimes less. It was a matter of both trust and boundaries...".
Miroslav's trembling speech was interrupted by the noise of a glass breaking against the floor.
"Are you fine?", Bogdan asked.
"Sorry", Miroslav replied. "My mind sometimes lost the plot as much as the body does...I disgress. What I was saying...?".
"As I was saying", Slobodan said, "we have already gone too far, and I achieved too little. I thought it was going to be easier".
"That's a risk sometimes", Miroslav replied. "You need to know when to stop. But it would be worthless when you are too close to beat your enemy".
"Many would agree", Slobodan said. Before he could say anything else, he was suddenly interrupted by someone repeatedly knocking the door.
"It's getting late...", Svetlana said. "Do you want anything to eat...?".
"No, thank you", Slobodan answered. "We only need to rest a bit. We'll leave soon...We need to return before tomorrow".
"You can prepare the car while I finish this glass of wine...", Slobodan continued, looking at Bogdan. "It's excellent".
"It's quite good", Miroslav replied, who was struggling to stay awake. "But rather too soft for my taste. They have grown that wine for eighty years, in a village nearby Amsberg. Svetlana's mother really loved it...".
"Yes, grandpa", Svetlana said. "It's time to prepare to go to sleep. It's already too late and later you complain that you don't want to stay all the morning sleeping".
"They have arrived", Svetlana said.
"Very good", Miroslav said. "Give me five minutes". Befor leaving, she helped the old man to prepare and tie his shoes.
"It's good to see you again", Slobodan said. "How are things going?".
"Well, enough", Miroslav coldly replied. "I thought for a while that you were going to come today".
"We lost at least twice", Bogdan said. "It is not easy to find the road, it is certainly hidden...If we needed it, this would be a good place to escape".
"Yes, maybe", Miroslav replied, who seemed to not appreciate the joke from Bogdan, a man young enough to be not just his son but even his grandson.
"Things are going too far already", Slobodan said after a pause for a hot tea. "If they go wrong, this could explode on our own face".
"That's always a chance", Miroslav replied. "You have to be both careful and patient".
"And I'm afraid that more things may explode...", Slobodan continued. "We are entering in a dangerous territory".
"I don't know the details", Miroslav said, "and I'm not interested in them. But you are right, you must know how far you want to go. You don't want to destroy the whole building".
"Have you talked with Dragomir?", Miroslav asked, as Slobodan kept his silence.
"I haven't seen him for a while", Slobodan answered. "He knows what's going on, and he understand that we can not allow them to dismantle our position. It would be not only dangerous for the state and the armed forces to allow so, but for the survival of the nation. But he is in a complicated situation, personally".
"Yes, I understand", Miroslav replied. "I don't know him very well, to be honest. But I know him enough to believe that he understands our duty. I knew better his brother, for a while, when I worked for the ministry. Everyone compares them, I guess, but I feel they couldn't be more different...In the old times, it was kinda similar. I knew what I needed to know, and Bozidor knew what he needed to know. Sometimes more and sometimes less. It was a matter of both trust and boundaries...".
Miroslav's trembling speech was interrupted by the noise of a glass breaking against the floor.
"Are you fine?", Bogdan asked.
"Sorry", Miroslav replied. "My mind sometimes lost the plot as much as the body does...I disgress. What I was saying...?".
"As I was saying", Slobodan said, "we have already gone too far, and I achieved too little. I thought it was going to be easier".
"That's a risk sometimes", Miroslav replied. "You need to know when to stop. But it would be worthless when you are too close to beat your enemy".
"Many would agree", Slobodan said. Before he could say anything else, he was suddenly interrupted by someone repeatedly knocking the door.
"It's getting late...", Svetlana said. "Do you want anything to eat...?".
"No, thank you", Slobodan answered. "We only need to rest a bit. We'll leave soon...We need to return before tomorrow".
"You can prepare the car while I finish this glass of wine...", Slobodan continued, looking at Bogdan. "It's excellent".
"It's quite good", Miroslav replied, who was struggling to stay awake. "But rather too soft for my taste. They have grown that wine for eighty years, in a village nearby Amsberg. Svetlana's mother really loved it...".
"Yes, grandpa", Svetlana said. "It's time to prepare to go to sleep. It's already too late and later you complain that you don't want to stay all the morning sleeping".