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From the Zone with love	By : deepsearuin Category: +S through Z > S.T.A.L.K.E.R: Shadows of Chernobyl Views: 943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Major Alexander Degtyarev had a problem. In truth, being an undercover SBU agent in the Zone, he had many problems. However, the most pressing issue right now wasn't to uncover the reason why the Stingrays crashed; neither was it finding a way to get into Pripyat. No, right now his most pressing problem was to descend the tower's stairwell without tripping down. He managed to do it, of course, and Degtyarev felt absurdly proud of himself. It was no mean feat going down the stairs without stumbling when you were fucking wasted.
It all began when he brought the Underpassschematics to Nitro, and then the stalker advised him to talk with Zulu to assemble a team for the expedition to Pripyat. Fine by him, that was pretty sensible advice. After all, there's was safety in numbers, going down there on his own would definitely be a Bad Idea. So Degtyarev went in search of Zulu.
It was sort of a mystery why this guy lived so close to Yanov station and yet he was never seen amongst the rest of the stalkers. Maybe he was some sort of hermit. Degtyarev hoped if this was the case, at least he wouldn't be as paranoid as Noah. Meeting Noah had been a slightly unsettling experience. Apart from almost getting shot in the face just for knocking on the door, he spent all the time half-expecting Lassie to jump at his throat. Who the fuck sees a human killing mutant and thinks "Yes, I'm gonna adopt this monster," and to top it off names it Lassie?
Degtyarev went up the tower's stairwell shouting "Hello! Anyone here?" to announce his presence. No one answered. And yet his PDA pointed there was someone up top. He arrived to a small room and saw a man sitting cross-legged on top of a cot. Was he sleeping? It didn't seem so, unless he slept with his eyes open.
"Are you Zulu?" Degtyarev thought it was a pretty stupid question, but he wanted to see if the man would stop looking at the wall and answer him.
"What's up man?" He would take that as a yes.
Being the practical and efficient man he was, Degtyarev wanted to get straight to business. Zulu agreed, although he had a curious idea of what a serious discussion implied. Their conversation was like a crash course on how to get shitfaced. Although he had to admit, the guy was actually raising some good points and giving nice advice. But every issue they discussed needed to end with a toast. Every single one. Degtyarev was afraid to know how much he actually drank, matching Zulu drink for drink. At some point he even started to suspect the other stalker was trying to poison him.
But no, the ex-Dutyer appeared to be sincerely invested in helping him, he even invited himself to be part of the expedition! So he kept talking and drinking with him, and the more Degtyarev drank the better he felt about all this. By the end of their chat, Degtyarev felt ready to face off Pripyat's dangers by himself if necessary. But Zulu was right, it was a much better idea to assemble a team. It would be fun having companions for once!
It was dark outside when Degtyarev emerged from the tower. Where had the sunlight gone? It wasn't that late when he went to find Zulu. After fumbling with his PDA for a while, and dropping it once to the floor, he realised he'd been on the tower for almost two hours. Huh. Strangely enough, he felt fine now, not drunk at all. Well, barely drunk, just tipsy, right? He was even still capable of walking in a straight line! More or less. He went towards Yanov station, swaying a bit as he walked. Inside he saw Vano and Strider together on one of the tables. Great, just the persons he was looking for.
"My friends!" He pushed himself between the two stalkers, putting his arms around their shoulders. "I have a prosp– proposition for you."
"What proposition? Is it something indecent?" The ever nosy Uncle Yar butted in the conversation with an impish smile.
"Business proposition," Degtyarev clarified. He may have slurred the words a bit.
"Are you alright? You sound... different than usual." Strider asked him.
"M'fine, top notch condition," he answered. "Talking with that guy Zulu is something else, you know? I think I like him."
"Ah, that explains much." Vano laughed. "It's good to see you're still capable of talking coherently."
"I'm putting together a team to go to Pripyat. Wanna join me?"
"Yes, I'll go with you." Strider didn't hesitate to answer. "I want to know what happened to me and the squad, I hope to find some answers in Pripyat. I don't think the commander will object."
"Awesome!" Degtyarev's grin was dazzling. He turned to face the other stalker "What to do you say, Vano? Will you join us?"
"You helped me, friend, of course I'll help you." The warmness of his answer made Degtyarev's smile get bigger.
"Guys you're the bestest!" For some reason that made Uncle Yar chuckle. Oh, right, Degtyarev completely forgot about him. "What about you, wanna join the team?"
"Eh, I'll pass, I'm getting too old for that kind of thing. You guys can have all the fun." With that, the Freedomer went away to talk with a stalker that was signalling him to come over.
It didn't matter, Degtyarev would eventually find someone else to join the expedition. And the most important part was that both Vano and Strider had agreed to come with him. He had such great friends, they didn't doubt to accompany him to Pripyat despite the dangers they might face.
"We should toast to our success!" Perhaps Zulu's obsession rubbed off on him, but this truly was something worth celebrating.
"I think you might have toasted enough for today, man." Vano tried to dissuade him.
He was right, yeah, but still Degtyarev wanted to do it. He toasted to so much meaningless shit today, not having a toast for his friends seemed wrong now. So with a slurred "I'll be back in a moment," Degtyarev went to buy a bottle of booze from Hawaiian. He returned shortly after with a bottle of vodka and three dented metal cups.
"A shot to our success!" Degtyarev said while pouring the drink in the cups, and also spilling some on the table. Okay, so maybe his coordination was a little off, but it was nothing to worry about.
They all downed their shots with a shout of "Budmo!" and then Degtyarev refilled everyone's cup, this time without spilling so much on the table.
"When are we leaving for Pripyat?" Strider asked him, while swishing the liquid in his refilled cup.
"As soon as I... I... crap, I forgot what I was going to tell you." Degtyarev confessed with a laugh.
"Don't worry, I'm sure it will come back to you in the morning." Vano told him with a knowing smile and a clap to his shoulder.
"Doesn't matter, I'm sure it wasn't important. Not like you, guys."
"We are important to you?" Strider asked him, like he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact. Even Vano seemed a bit surprised to hear so. No, that would not do.
"Of course you are," he declared loudly. Then Degtyarev felt the compelling need to hug the ex-Monolithian, and so he did.
Strider was stiff as a plank at first, but soon he relaxed a bit. It was so nice, Degtyarev didn't want to let go. However, he didn't want to make Vano feel left out, of course. He let go of Strider and leant into Vano, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
"You beard tickles," he complained, yet he was nuzzling it with his nose. "How can something so soft tickle so much?"
Vano tried to laugh away his blush, but it wasn't working. In fact he was getting redder and redder as Degtyarev continued to nuzzle him. It didn't help that by now they had started to garner the attention of everyone around them. Uncle Yar even gave him a thumbs up, and Degtyarev raised his cup to him before drinking it up like it was water.
After that, Degtyarev's recollection of the events got a little fuzzy. He may or may have not bragged about finding the Oasis and its legendary artifact, made a bet with a loner to see who found a Compass first, and then mixed some drinks. Energy drink with vodka, to be precise, alleging it would help him sober up. Needless to say, it did not work. Nevertheless, the resulting beverage wasn't half bad, or so his friends said, and the remaining vodka disappeared rather quickly. He didn't remember much of what happened after that.
Actually, the next thing he remembered was Vano and Strider helping him down the stairs to the basement. Someone (he wasn't sure who) slurred something about sleeping it off. That actually sounded good to Degtyarev, he was tired. When they arrived in front of the mattress, he let himself fall on it, taking down with him both stalkers. He was crushing Strider's arm, hard, and at the same time he was partially draped over Vano. Degtyarev fell asleep instantly, still pining both of his friends against the mattress.
When he awoke some time later, the very first thing Degtyarev noticed was the absence of a headache. Oh, he wasn't hung-over yet, good. He also noticed how uncommonly comfortable and warm he was, so unlike any other time he slept since arriving to the Zone. And his pillow was breathing. Did that mean he was still drunk? Probably.
He opened his eyes and saw he was sandwiched between his friends. He was snuggled against Vano, while Strider was cuddling him from behind, one of his arms still trapped beneath Degtyarev and the other hand on Degtyarev's shoulder. He was shaking him lightly.
"Could you move? I can't feel my arm," Strider asked in a whisper. Degtyarev tried to get up and let him free, and in the process he accidentally headbutted Vano in the chest, effectively waking him up.
After a round of apologies, they settled back as they were, with Strider using his back as a pillow. But without Degtyarev crushing anyone's arm. He was alright with this, he was feeling drowsy again and this was a very comfortable sleeping arrangement. He threw his arm over Vano's waist, preventing the loner from getting away.
"Degtyarev? What –?" Vano sounded confused.
"Shh, wanna sleep." Degytarev commanded him. Also, he may have kissed his neck. In his defense, he was intoxicated and half asleep. And Vano didn't seem to mind, although he was also drunk. Not as much as Degtyarev, but still drunk.
The situation had the potential to be really awkward in the morning. He realised there would be some ribald jokes thrown their way, that was inescapable. However, that was something to deal with in the future. Like his future hangover induced headache. Right now, Degtyarev had no regrets about his current situation. His last thought before falling asleep was "I'm totally leaving this out of any future report."
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