Russia x Reader: An Arstotzkan Tale by Aisi4, literature
Literature
Russia x Reader: An Arstotzkan Tale
It was another day at the border. Coldness seeped into your office and the wind was howling strongly. Yet the little protection offered by your stand made you lucky in that regard, as even this small comfort was more than what was offered to the people crossing through it. You had been working here for the last four months, committing your duties for the country. Of course, it was nothing really to be proud of. But any kind of work was good enough in such a terror-stricken time. You let your gaze wander through the protective glass over the long, cemented plaza, your view ending at the tall, equally strong wall, with its little curled fences on top. New faces had arrived today, though not with papers to be stamped. Security had been increased and thus new guards patrolled the concrete, machine guns strapped to their backs. “Officer!”, a rough voice pulled you from your dazing state. Instantly you sat up, left hand high at your red-starred service cap. Looking straight forward, you
