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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 !
Dum Dum, one of the men with he bowler hats and a ginger beard slams his beer cup onto the table, "So let's get this straight."
"We barely make it out alive, and you want us to go back in?" Someone else asks, one of the gunners who has an excellent aim.
Steve takes a second, "Pretty much."
"Sounds rather fun actually." A british soldier says, fixing his cuffs. Jim Mortia, burps before speaking.
"I'm in."
Someone next to Steve suddenly starts babbling drunkenly in French, The excellent shots speaks back smirking. Before a pair of hands are slammed onto the table. The men look over at Svet who is wearing a deep v-cut dress that fits her figure perfectly. Her hair is pulled back into a half up half down sequence but instead of a plait it's a bun this time. She wears make up and necklaces which make her look even prettier then she usually is.
"I'm in too, I'll keep you all alive." Svet smirks, "zhalkoye der'mo" pathetic shits.
"You will keep us more then alive in that dress." Dum Dum whistles, drinking his beer.
