It’s a cold late-autumn night in Ponikla. Snow is still on the ground from the season’s first heavy snowfall, but about a quarter of the village is gathered around two oil drum fires outside the radio studio, where Alexei is hosting the first Minka’s Home Remedies Hour.
In the machine shed that’s become the village’s armory, Arkadi is rebuilding a carburetor for alcohol fuel while he covers radio watch. His flow state is interrupted by, “Ponikla, Ponikla, this is Starosa House, come in.“
Arkadi sighs at the complete lack of communications security and picks up the microphone. “Starosa, Ponikla, go ahead.”
“We’ve had an attack here,” the caller from the North Farms reports. “We have four injured, one critical. Two enemies killed, the rest driven off. Is the d– is the nurse available?“
At least they remembered not to refer to Red as an actual physician on an open channel. “Starosa, stand by.” Arkadi steps to the door and whistles for one of the railyard teenagers. “Pawel! Go get Leks and Red.” No further explanation is needed. Both men will know that if they’re needed at the radio, there’s a problem somewhere.
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