Chapter 4 Hospital Fighter - Deception And Death

• The distant wailing of an approaching fire truck serenaded our escape from the burning hospital; we ran as fast as we could and more - jumping ditches, falling face-first into the dirt upon hearing anything that sounded even remotely human and desperately scanning the immediate area for anyone - even a wandering animal. Lucky for us, this was a rural hospital and therefore, the authorities had a long way to drive.
• Fast forward to the present day, my new friends and I were on our way to meet a couple of defectors, allegedly Soviet army special forces. Their story was, according to what the leader mentioned, that they were "tired of being involved in corruption and guarding people who were oppressing civilians they've sworn to protect."
• "This officer is trustworthy," the commander established, "his info was always good and he had never let me down ever since our operations on Soviet soil had commenced." I was a bit nervous, the local army special forces, colloquially named "SPETSNAZ" (a combination term composed from the words "Spetzialnoe" i.e. special and "Naznachenie," meaning purpose hence, - SPECIAL PURPOSE) were extremely unpredictable and dangerous. I heard many things about their exploits during the war in the 1980s as well as their brutal training during my hospital days. God only knows what will happen if this goes sideways. Fighting street thugs is one thing but highly trained soldiers with combat experience won't end well for me.