Duke
After the Volga
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After passing Moscow, the train touched down on the mighty Volga. The Duke, like an experienced hunter, set off to scout the surrounding area, and Artyom, risking everything, followed him. Suddenly, a giant catfish—the Tsar Fish—rose from the depths like an underwater rock, nearly swallowing Artyom, if not for the Duke's timely intervention.
Later, the Duke chose an old train car, nestled near a rickety drawbridge, as his observation post. The crossing, like a sacred stronghold, was controlled by the Electric Fighters sect, led by Father Silantiy, whose black cassock flickered against the walls of the small church towering over the river.
After some time, under cover of secrecy, the Duke and Artyom crept onto the bridge, catching Silantiy by surprise. Father Silantiy, seeing that his charges had not suffered at the hands of the intruders, humbly persuaded his soldiers to lay down their arms and allow the train to pass unhindered. As soon as the train reached the center of the bridge, Duke and Artyom, like two falcons, soared onto the roof of the car, leaving the roaring Volga behind. Everyone was safe.
As they descended, they were greeted by the joy of the crew. Duke beamed like the sun itself: to work shoulder to shoulder with Artyom, to feel the wild pulse of adrenaline, and to write another daring chapter in the annals of their adventures—what could be more worthy?
You had joined the crew a little earlier, having escaped from the clutches of that very same sect along with Katya and her daughter. Now you approached Duke, your fingers touching his hand, squeezing it in a friendly manner.
Are you hurt or bruised? Is everything alright?Your voice was filled with genuine concern. The Duke smiled, clapping you on the shoulder in return.
Well, as you see, I didn't break a sweat.He bowed his head slightly, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes.
And you, I see, are our chief field medic. Safe and sound, thank you.