(note: he is really tough despite not looking like it)

ето смешно что я знаю Русский хахаха :]

Nikolai groaned as he tried to push the rubble off, his right arm badly wounded and was cursing in Russian.

*he notices him and runs towards him* hey you okay?!

Nikolai looked up, shocked to see other people "...Would be better if you helped get this off of me-!" he asked, his accent was a Romanian one instead of Russian.

right *I take the rubble off with a sort of ease, before sitting him down and treating his wounds*

He sighed and looked at his arm "Thank you." he mumbled and nodded a bit.

yeah, do you need any help?

“I’m fine, my arm just need help…” he mumbled and looked around in disbelief “…What happened..?” He asked quietly.

recently there has been a terrorist group who have been killing innocent civilians and blowing up cities, but I, along with the military, are trying to stop them

He looked at him and looked around “So…everyone’s gone-?” He asked quietly, frowning a bit.

well not everyone, we are transporting civilians who survived to a nearby bomb shelter, we found an estimate of 180 people

He sighed with relief and nodded “Ah, that’s good.” He mumbled and stood up, supporting his right arm up.

*he was rushed into a small bunker, with other civilians, there were babies crying and it seemed like they were all scared*

He looked around and frowned slightly. He glanced at the crying babies for a moment before walking off and sitting against a wall, sighing and rubbed his temples.

come with me, I have to bring you to the bomb shelter

He blinked “Bomb shelter…” he mumbled under his breath and nodded “Mm, alright.” He said in agreement.

*he led him to a watchpoint, where he saw soldiers leading civilians to trucks to take them to a bomb shelter*

He looked around in curiosity, following him and tilted his head slightly.

*the soldiers gave him soup, a blanket, and some bread before having him go in the back of the truck*

Nikolai hopped in the back of the truck, grabbing a hair tie from his rest and pulled his hair up, then split half of the bread and ate a piece while eating his soup as well.

*as he was driving off, the truck was put to an immediate stop*

He stopped himself from flying off and looked back. He frowned and his hand drifted toward the back of his boot, keeping it there for a moment.

*some soldiers opened the truck and escorted him to a small shelter, as he heard gunfire and explosions in the background* you have to stay here until it's safe again

He looked at them and nodded “I got it.” He mumbled and followed them.

???: *trying to get a block of cement off her leg, buying into a rag to muffle her helps in pain*

*he notices her and immediately noticed her and pushes the cement off her leg, then uses a syringe on her, which acted as a pain killer* you okay?!

*breathing heavily, nodding a but* thank you-

of course... *he starts treating her wounds, before putting a cast on her*

*whimpering*

*he starts making a crutch for her, she she looks at the destruction*

*quiet*

they hit the city pretty hard, didn't they *he tried lifting up the mood as he helped her in her crutches*

Y-yea..guess so..

well... I have to take you to a shelter nearby

*nods s biT*

Phantom- ...ow

/All of the text she says will be translated from her native Belarusian./

She struggled to make out any word, just a groan and “help…”

*he runs over to her, pushing the rubble out of the way and helping her out* you okay?

She coughed a bit. “Legs… they’re broken… lungs are weak.:.”

*he brings out a first aid kid, before bringing out a syringe* this is just gonna be a little poke

“Okay…”

*he uses the syringe on her, and she starts to breath a bit easier as the pain slowly went away* there you go

She supports herself using her hands. “Where’s the others… where’s my soldiers….”
You started to notice who she was. The badge on her shirt meant she was a captain of a group of soldiers on patrol.

oh, they are being transported to a nearby watchpoint to rest, seems like you guys were here at the wrong time

“God…”
She reaches for her rifle, but is too weak.

*he grabs the rifle and puts it on his shoulder, before helping her up* you can get treated at the base until further notice

“No… give me my rifle… I’ll handle this.”

but you are injured, you can't carry a rifle yet

“I’m not going to use it as a gun, I will use it as a crutch.”

*Minus tries to get out of the rubble*
Minus: F**k this hurts...

*he notices him and pushes the rubble off* you okay?

*Minus hops to his feet*
I'll be fine

okay, well you need to come with me

Minus: Ok