After the war

>Anon turns off the engine and pulls on the parking brake, thanking God the house is still standing. Aside from half of the porch fence missing there is little damage to be seen.
>After exiting the car, he reminds himself that there are witnesses now, he shouldn't go to the storage shed right away, that would be too suspicious.
#"...I guess I'll check inside of the house first" he concludes & goes inside, the square on window closest to the lock on the front door has been smashed, someone seems to have been in a hurry & assumed the door was locked.
>The door opens as he pushes the door handle down, the door is *still* unlocked. Cautiously, Anon enters the house, looking down to spot any trip wires and/or other traps ruskis might have left behind.
>Room by room he checks the house, nothing seems to be missing, ruskis left a mess behind but they didn't actually break anything.
#"Huh, I know *invited* guests with worse manners" Anon voices his surprise before going out to check the shed.
>The shed door is locked just like he had left it before leaving, relaxed now Anon opens the door and enters the shed.
#"...Should have known better" he mutters as he stares at where there should be a neat pile of carpets, seeing them scattered around, someone has moved them, but how?
>Just as he is about to panic, Anon notices the items are still exactly where he had left them.
>All except one, now leaning against the pile of miscalennous shit belonging to Anon's step-father.
#"...I hope the lights work, otherwise I might have to call the police & tell them to alert the bomb squad" he mutters, turning around to turn the lights on.
>This is bad, someone *has* been here, someone *has* seen the items & even set one of them up against a pile of almost literal garbage which could easily be used to conceal a bomb.

>Why would anyone do this? Ruskis shouldn't have been able to enter without leaving marks on the door, Anon's family wouldn't have done something like this, especially since they are still hundreds of km away waiting for the permission to return home.
@"...Что, отряд бомбардировщиков? Vhat are you talking about?" A woman's voice from behind asks first in Russian & then in English.
>Alarmed, Anon turns around to find a young, dark-haired woman standing in front of him.
>A woman with wolf ears. This is one of the AK 74Ms, probably the one now resting on the pile of garbage.
#"...I see, it makes *much* more sense now, how many of the others have geists?" Anon says with a voice dripping with relief.
@"Geists? Vhat are those? If you mean are the others like me, no, I am the only one" the woman answers Anon's question, then asking a question of her own:
@"Are you our master now?"
#"I guess I am, seeing how you are spoils of war, your guys have returned to Russia & I have been able to come home, even if this is technically not my house, but my mother's"
@"...'Spoils of var', huh, I hate that vord"
#"Fair enough, it's not like I'd have a reason to keep using the word, as long as you understand that that's what you are" Anon says, intending on continuing the conversation on a lighter note when he remembers something.
#"Which reminds me, don't take this the wrong way but if anyone finds out about you and the others, we will all be in a lot of trouble, in all likelihood you much worse than I am."
@"Vhat do you mean you filthy chuchna? Are you threatening me?"
#"Not at all, it's just that you *are* unregistered, full-auto firearms in private hands, if found out you'd be confiscated by the police and almost certainly end up getting scrapped."

#"As such, I suggest you stay out of sight for the time being, I'll take all of you with me when I leave here, I'll hide the others in a safe, dry place, you on the other hand..."
@"I on the other hand vhat?"
#"How do you feel about living with a filthy chuchna?" Anon asks, he had been jealous about others having rifles with geists, the chance of having one of his own is way too tempting to ignore.
>The girl, folding her arms under her rather ample bosom, thinks for a moment, checking Anon from head to toe, before finally responding with a grin:
@"I guess I could do vorse than having to put up vith a little boy like you, can you even drink yet?"
#"More than you, I bet!" Anon retorts with anger in his tone.
@"Thems fighting vords" the girl growls, still grinning.
>Challenge accepted.