𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 : 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤
Part 2 here
I searched and I found that Simo's dog name is Kille.
The first time you met, it was… quiet. None of you had sought to meet the other, you hadn’t planned to do so and neither did he. But his dog and your pack of unruly canids were obviously not of the same opinion.
Kille was taken by Simo for a walk in a snowy forest and forgotten by everyone. At least, that’s what the sniper believed.
He realized that he had made a mistake by hearing the various and varied barking coming from the clearing towards which he was heading. He took Kille's collar in one hand to prevent him from running towards his peers and discreetly passed his head under the fir branches blocking the view. And he saw you. Not particularly elegant or serious at that moment, because you were rolling in the snow with your seven dogs.
Suddenly, as the sniper was wondering what to do, Kille leapt forward to join the other dogs playing, consequently dragging his unfortunate human behind him. At the irruption of the new dog in the snowy clearing, the soldier and the seven dogs jumped back up and stared at the intruders with a look half surprised, half embarrassed.
"-Hi ?"
Your voice made Simo raise his head, to finally cross your eyes. You looked at him with undeniable curiosity, but no malice.
Simo clearly saw how you were dressed, now. A fucking Russian soldier uniform from the 1940s. All paired with an ouchanka and a long black padded coat.
While his discreet human, paralyzed by the coming social interraction, sat on the floor watching you as if you were the first person he had met in years (which was perhaps the case), he decided to trotted towards the pack of various breeds of dogs: a Czechoslovakian wolfdog, a white Greenland dog, an Alaskan malamute, a Siberian husky, a West Siberian laika, a Yakutian laika, and a Karelo-Finnish laïka.
He tried to get up but stopped his movement feeling the burning pain in his ankle. He had twisted his ankle. Well, perfect, he thought, I just made a fool of myself in front of someone, my dog abandons me to go play and I am in a position of weakness facing a Russian soldier. The day couldn’t have gone better. Also he was quite surprised when you out both hands to him to help him get up.
Always suspicious, he took them and let himself stand again. Once on his two feet, you wouldn’t let go of him. You looked him straight in the eyes, as if you were trying to see how many Russians he had killed. Then, to add insult to injury at this strange moment between a Russian soldier and a Finnish sniper, you smiled. Not a big smile, just a discreet and gentle smile.
Then you calmly, as if you had known each other forever, asked :
"- Do you want me to lend you my phone so that you can call someone to come pick you up ? I mean, your ankle is twisted so to let you walk to your home alone is a really bad idea."
Simo didn’t respond, just nodded, amazed. You didn’t recognize the uniform of the Finnish soldiers even though you had fought them ?
He accepted the phone you were handing him, still suspicious, as if the device had been a grenade with its pin unstuck. He quickly tapped the number of a soldier he knew quite well since the Winter War, then waited wholeheartedly hoping that the man would pick up the phone. At the moment when the automatic messaging activated, he felt at the height of despair. Alone with a Russian soldier, his ankle sprained and no one knew where he was. His only hope was that you would be as nice as you looked.
Seeing him return the phone to you and whispered a "no", you told him to sit down, that you wouldn’t be long. Having no better option and his ankle starting to make him painfully understand that he had been standing for a bit too long, he obeyed hoping you wouldn’t come back with a rifle.
But it wasn’t with a rifle that you came back, but with a sled. A sled with dog harnesses. Suddenly, the presence of your seven dogs seemed more logical to the sniper. By calling your dogs by their names, you showed them the harnesses with your finger. Obedient, they came to arrange each other next to a harness.
Simo identified Jua, the Yakoutian laika, as the leader, then Chomka and Pilao, respectively Karelo-Finnish laika and Greenland dog, as the swing dogs. Then came Koam and Ankapi, the Czechoslovakian wolfdog and the West Siberian laika, as team dogs. At the end of the coupling, Peyu and Latam, the Alaskan malamute and the Siberian husky. One hell of a pack when they played together but still like statues and waiting for orders when harnessed. They looked a bit like some of his own dogs. Meanwhile, Kille had returned to sit next to his human and looked at the ground, as if to show that he regretted dragging him in the snow to go play with the others. Simo stooped down at the height of his dog’s ears and whispered a "Traitor." to him, half amused, half resentful.
Then you turned towards him and joined him in a few steps. You held out again your hands to him , while wondering why he trusted you, he took them and let himself be put on his feet. You placed one of his arms around your shoulders and one of your arms around his waist to support him as he crossed the few meters separating him from the sled. You gently made him sit in the seat in front of the driver, where the cargo or passenger was usually placed. You were about to pull the fur covers on him when a huge ball of fur actually being a Karjalankarhukoira known as Kille jumped directly onto his sniper’s thighs. Simo let out a small growl while acknowledging the shock but seeing that you weren’t trying to get his dog off the sled, he left it where it was. Simo closed his eyes to flee the cold wind.
You took the place of the musher and ordered the harnessed dogs to start. The departure was smooth, like a well-oiled machine, a sign that the dogs were used to this kind of activity. The exit from the forest happened without any problem, then you stopped the sleigh. You lean over the handlebars to ask him which direction to go. The Finn opened his eyes and looked at the junction where you had stopped.
"- You have to take the left path."
You took the indicated direction and the journey continued. Your dogs crossed the kilometers without any apparent effort and Kille took advantage of the speed to take out the long, sharp tongue and sound joyful barks that punctuated the almost total silence.
After a half-hour drive, the small chalet where Simo lived appeared. The dogs slowed down then stopped. Kille leapt out of the sleigh and went to rummage in the snow in search of something. You helped the Finn to get off the sled and the Karjalankarhukoira returned with a triumphant air, dragging a long stick behind him, apparently intended to serve as a crutch for Simo. You let out a little chuckle and gave a small hand sign to say 'goodbye' seeing that the dog was taking care of everything. Moreover, the sprain was not very serious and he would recover quickly.
Seeing your sleigh disappear with you, leading you towards an unknown destination, Simo couldn’t help but be curious.
With a bit of luck, you would return to the clearing where he had met you. He would try to ask for your name when he'll see you again.
Peyu, the Alaskan Malamute.
Latam, the Siberian husky.
Koam, the Czechoslovakian wolf dog.
Jua, the Yakutian laika.
Ankapi, the West Siberian laika.
Chomka, the Karelo-Finnish laika.
Pilao, the white Greenland dog.
Maybe I'll do a second part...
