You sat in the back of the car, Tachanka was sitting next to you in the back, Kali was driving, and Thatcher was riding shotgun. Everyone was hoping it was a calm road-trip.

Kali turned the radio down and looked in the rear view mirror “Hey, Russian dork and gloomy, cheer up! We’re only a hours away from our destination.” She said, trying to lift everyone’s spirits

“Blyat… Why do you drag me along to this stupidness?” Tachanka grumbled. You just looked out the window, sighing.