Seregin started and turned around: no, it only seemed! There was nothing in the sky but clouds.

The air defense forces in this war became the main ones, and Seryogin terribly wanted to see them in action ... As the rocket explodes with a blast somewhere very high ... Better yet, see the fiery lump of a downed plane over these pines, torn by rapid-fire ZSUs.

Seregin smiled in surprise at his own bloodlust and wandered further through the forest.

The arrogance of the anti-aircraft gunners touched him a little. His food was attached to their kitchen, and Seregin once every few days came here for a dry ration, changed the smoke for alcohol, tried to find out the news.

At first, they shied away from its abundant gray hair, until they shaved their heads, and shook their heads sympathetically. The fact is that seriously contused, Seryogin did not hear anything. He himself tried to shout to his interlocutors, but those, waving a hand in their hearts, did take his piece of paper with a stub of a pencil in order to write something.

Seregin leaned his backpack against the pine-tree to take a breath, fumbled a piece of paper in his pants with shaking hands, and looked again.

- we will soon go further, you need to contact your

- where

- To the English Channel

Fool's pranksters, Seryogin remembered how the lieutenant who wrote this wrote up, the word “fuck” he could already read lips ...

Until the English Channel was oh how far!

Seregin stepped into the clearing and sniffed. He had not yet managed to find the path to his sanatorium, and the forest air was filled with the sweet aroma of strawberries, which he trampled. Seregin loved strawberries, but he could not eat it anymore.

He was an “experienced warrior” and was satisfied with his thrift. The ration was redundant for Seryogin, but he always took everything, saving up supplies. And now it came in handy!

Are they leaving? Well, let ... Although ...? Seregin again smiled to himself. Anti-aircraft gunners guarded the railway bridge over the highway. It is a very tempting goal for enemy aircraft to block both ways with one blow. They will be afraid to remove the air defense from here - or they will send others, decided for commander Seregin, going deep into the forest.

The smell of strawberries disappeared, and the bitterness of broken rubble, with which Seryogin lived in a sanatorium for the second week, reappeared in his mouth.

Sanatorium! - he looked up, peering into the crowns of pine trees, it was still a long walk.

The sanatorium was located next to a military airfield, a well-known enemy before the war. At the very beginning, while NATO had enough cruise missiles, the airfield was rolled out clean, and the sanatorium was destroyed at the same time. I wonder how many buildings were intact before the front went here back to the West? - thought Seregin. And what's the difference now?

When the "combat group of Zvyagin" reached the sanatorium, only one two-storey building, the most extreme one, and ... a water tower, survived. Seregin after the concussion was no, in the good he needed to be in the hospital, but Seryogin wanted to stay here. The sanatorium, surrounded by a wall of pines, even if it was bombed, retained its pre-war aura. A cozy place where you do not want to leave. And Seregin remained to guard the “clearing” for the future field camp, while Zvyagin and the others left for recruiting.

And now, for the second week, Seryogin fumbled with the water pump. With the absence of glasses, he was ready to accept, and got used to the mosquitoes, but to the lack of water? No, really. The water pump came to life a few days ago, Seryogin dragged the shower stall to it, which he used instead of the bath, dug a drainage ditch and acquired the unpretentious comfort that the soldier especially values ​​in war. But Seregin did not stop there. He wanted comfort inside the surviving sanatorium building.The neighboring building collapsed, blocked the entrance to the basement, and for the last few days Seregin has been picking, dismantling the blockage, making his way to the entrance by a centimeter. The pipes inside the basement, according to Seregin, linked the building with a pumping station, which means that water could also be supplied to the bathrooms!

Smoke! Seregin tensed up. Ahead, among the pines, where a pumping station was about to appear, a gray haze was circling. Someone burned a fire. Seryogin did not think about saboteurs, but he tried to sneak further.

There were two girls. Seregin pulled off his backpack and leaned against another pine, his back wet with sweat. He opened his mouth in surprise.

A slim brown-haired woman stood in a pallet, putting one foot on the edge, and, bending down, shaved her with a Seryoginsk machine-tool.

The blonde was plump, also naked and had her back to Seryogin. The girls happily chirped about something, and Seryogin was not seen.

Was we washing? - He guessed, seeing the clod soaked in a bucket of clothing.

The brown-haired woman changed her leg, her chest swayed beautifully, and Seregin held her breath, clutching his nipples with his eyes. Wow The blonde leaned over the fire, flashed a bush of vegetation between her legs, and went around the bath. Now she was watering her friend with warm water from a scoop, and Seregin saw the faces of both.

Now he could not understand which of them he liked more. In Seryogin's view, the brown-haired woman was too thin, and the blonde's curvaceous chest attracted more. I want a blonde - decided Seryogin - there is something to touch!

But here the brown-haired woman smeared his pubis with a small brush and shaved it cleaned with his own machine with several confident movements. At the same time she so gracefully parted and arched legs that ...

But I'm recovering, - decided Seregin. His dick stood so that his pants had to straighten. I want a brown-haired - changed his mind a soldier.

She jumped to the ground and began to wipe so that Seregin envied his bed sheet.

The blonde did not shave her pubis completely. The procedure was interrupted, apparently, the girls discussed the format of intimate hairstyles. The review became worse, and Seryogin began to examine their faces. The blonde was obviously local, in her simple look some kind of provincialism was read. The brown-haired face still held the capital gloss.

The blonde finished the ritual and turned the front of her pussy to Seryogin, unwittingly showing it in all its glory. Above the clitoris there was a light prickly strip.

- Not! Still blond! - once again changed the choice, and wobbled. Pants specifically prevented. To unbutton what? - thought Seregin. With this clumsy movement, he betrayed himself, and, raising his eyes, he met the frightened gaze of the girls.

- Well, what now to hide? - through the fog of excitement, Seryogin thought, he saw how the fright of the girls gave way to a smile, they looked at each other when the soldier took an uncertain step towards the water-station ...

- This is how much blood is poured from the head? - asked Seregin his cock and stopped. Lower trousers prevented him from stepping on, and he was afraid to bend over. So my head was spinning.

The girls noticed that Seryogin was naked from below, but didn’t look at them a second time. Brown hair licked her lips. Her gaze was hypnotized. Seregin looked at the blonde, she looked at his member with the same dull eyes. Her lips were parted too. Girls with the same speed moved towards him, parting and embracing the guy in a semicircle.

- So I did not run away? - Seregin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The girls had the eyes of greedy starving furies.

- This is how much they sat in the basement? - Seregin guessed where the girls came from, smiled widely at them and took another step towards ...

Before Seryogin's eyes flashed crowns and clouds, a pine tree behind him gently hit him on the back of the head, plunging into the darkness of a swoon.

***

Seregin woke up an erection. Blonde Dasha's body was soft, supple and warm. She slept beside her, with both legs bent at the knees and the blanket raised. From there Dasha smelled of comfort. Seregin crawled back on the tradrohrom lower, put his head under the blanket, licked the sleeping hole, parted his lips with his tongue. Dasha has not woken up yet.Seryogin liked that she let him in his sleep. And leaning on his chest, spreading the legs of the girl with his hips, starting to move, Seregin tried to guess the moment of her awakening. Probably when the pussy gets wet - thought Seryogin.

Dasha was a mistress ...