It was a long, dark Alaskan night. The huskies were howling, they must have found a rabbit warren or something. Dmitri Ravinoff was sitting by the fire in his small hut in the Aleut islands of Alaska. Dmitri was an Aleut. He was a Russian Aleut from the Kamchitka that had gone to Alaska to discover the land of his ancestors. Aleuts are strong, well built people who hunted sea lions and whales for a living, or simply so that they can eat something. Dmitri wanted more than this from his life though. He wants to be remembered forever for doing something that would change the world.Since his father died in Afghanistan three years ago he has been bored.
Spearing the deer just isn’t as fun without his father as a hunting partner. His father taught him everything he knew, before he left to join the Russian army attacking Afghanistan. Mother Russia. How pathetic it was that it couldn’t even take a small country like Afghanistan. Russia needs glory, respect, and a sense of pride. Dmitri may be an Aleut by blood, but he is Russian at heart. Alaska. How great it would be under Russian rule. Dmitri could make it that way; it can’t be too hard can it? He decided to go home… to Kamchitka!Once there, he could get some of his friends and raise an army to help. He packed up what little food and belongings he had and set off for Russia in his kayak. Aleuts could do this.
Most modern Aleuts are half-breeds though, and do not get taught the way...
s of the Ancient Aleuts. Dmitri is a full Aleut. His mother and father were born in the Commander Islands, and moved to Kamchitka with most of the families there when they were young. Dmitri’s mother died in childbirth though, so his father brought him up alone, teaching him the ways of the Aleuts.They understand the waves and the currents.
.. et a good wave at the right time in the right place and it can send you on your way like a bullet from a gun. The journey was short and mostly uncomplicated, the only problem he ran into was a shortage of food, but that could be solved with his hunting spear.. he soon caught something. Once there, he met with some of his old friends that he used to go hunting with. He spent a few days getting to know them again, and then told them his plan. A few were unsure.
“But what about the Americans? They’re much stronger than us! What could we do against them? ” this of course got the usual laugh and cheer of agreement.The Americans are weak. You take one person away and they’ll give you anything you want. That person is, of course, the President. We kidnap him, they give us what we want.
” Dmitri answered, with about as much facial expression as a dead man. “Kidnap the President? How? ” Vadim Pissov, one of Dmitri’s best friends and probably the most prominent in the group, asked. The rest of them were more serious now, maybe they didn’t believe him before,
thought he was joking. “It’s impossible! How can we even get close? ” “I have a plan.
I’ll tell you closer to the time. ” Dmitri said. He was smart enough not to tell Vadim.If he told Vadim his plan, what would there be to stop Vadim killing him and taking the glory for himself? Friendship doesn’t matter when it comes to glory. They had both been like that since they were kids, growing up in the snow-ridden wastelands of Russia. And so they set out to find an army to help them. They asked around, discreetly of course, just directing the subject towards Russia’s private armies. The only one anyone talked about was the one led by a man claiming to be Ivan Ravinoff, Dmitri’s father, who had supposedly died in Afghanistan.
They all claimed to have hunted with him at one point, most of them were just boasting though; some of them had never even hunted in their lives. Apparently, this army could be found somewhere in Tajikistan, fighting against some anti-Russian guerrillas, and according to some people, getting slaughtered. It took them a few weeks to get to the Russian-Kazakhstan border, but it was quite easy. There was no-one asking them where they were going, and food is, not surprisingly, very easy to catch when you have a band of seven trained killers.
They had all decided against going through China, mainly for the obvious reasons like Communist rule etc.The border was, however, hard to cross. They were forced to go through the mountains, which weren’t too hard, but Oleg got hypothermia. The group rested for a while in a village near the mountains. The people in the village were nice, and even provided them with cooked meat and good alcohol.
After a few weeks they heard that Ivan Ravinoff would be in a nearby town soon, on his retreat from Tajikistan, so they made their excuses and left. They got to the town easily, there was a half decent road to it and they even managed to hitch a lift on a truck convoy carrying something to the town.Dmitri suspected it was weapons for someone, as no one needs model aeroplanes on this scale, even if there is a shortage! However, no one said anything, as they seemed like nice enough people just doing their job, and they needed the lift or they wouldn’t get there before Ivan left. All this spare time meant that Dmitri could only think about one thing.
His father. Is it true? Is it him? He had mixed emotions about the whole thing. He was angry, if it was his father, he had left him, if it wasn’t, then someone was impersonating him. At the same time though, he was exited about the possibility of meeting his father again.What would he be like though? Would he have changed? It was a long journey to the town, so Dmitri caught up on a bit of sleep.
When he woke up, they were there. The town was infested with soldiers! They were in every doorway, on every street corner! Where were all the civilians? No time for that. They had
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