Village of Darlana - Kozelsk - Zernovyl, 1928 local time - 06/10/2014
Kozelsk was generally a dreary, bland, and all-around boring region. Most of the Zernovyl Defense Forces (ZDF) soldiers who were stationed there did everything they could to be stationed elsewhere; though most failed to achieve that goal. Apart from a few clashes with insurgents on rare occasions here and there - the region was... shitty.
Corporal Kafka stood around idly with his AKMS rested on his shoulder; his right hand on the pistol grip. All he was doing for most of the day was either pacing, checking a vehicle and it's passengers, or smoking a cigarette (as he was doing currently). He continued pacing; ignoring his sore legs as he does every other day when he's deployed. He and his comrades wore their standard trousers, with their field cap for their headwear. Other than their ordinary, black combat boots they all wore a chest rig which carried their ammunition and other equipment.
"Ural coming down the road. Get into your stations." Sergeant Voloshin, the commander of the checkpoint ordered his men. The squad of 6 ZDF soldiers, four of them with either an AKM or AK-74 and the other two with an SVD and RPK-74 all began to get into their miniature sandbag & wood bunkers. As the large blue, red and white 6x6 transportation truck approached the checkpoint; a large cloud of dirt being kicked up from the vehicle's large tires. The late evening darkness Sergeant Voloshin stood at his station and signaled for the vehicle to halt. It complied, and went to the side of the road. He and another ZDF soldier approached it as the civilian wearing beige slacks, a blue check shirt and a toque jumped out; slamming the door shut behind him. Kafka watched while standing beside his comrade, Corporal Bozovic.
"You heard about this whole Zerno-Ordia shit that's been building up lately?" Bozovic asked Kafka, as the sergeant began patting down the civilian while Master Corporal Myaskovsky searched the Ural. The radio playing it's music placed on a table within the checkpoint continued to play it's music loud enough for most of the ZDF soldiers to hear.
"A bit. Haven't been paying much attention to the news lately." Kafka continued to stare at the civilian and his vehicle being searched.
"I see. In short, Petrovitch's being a huge dickhead. Again, and as usual." Bozovic informed Kafka, in a loathing voice. They both continued gripping on their rifles; ready for anything.
"I suppose that's one way to put it." Kafka spat out. For whatever reason, he had a gut feeling something was gonna happen to him soon; within the next month.
He turned to Bozovic, paying no attention to the truck. "You ever get those feelings somethin's gonna... happen? Like, soon?" Bozovic was just about to answer, until the Junior Sergeant of the checkpoint noticed where his attention was at.
"Stop talking, pay attention to what's happening!" Bubnov commanded Kafka and Bozovic. Both of them went back to their mission - still pondering about Kafka's question...
Checkpoint in the village of Darlana