♱ | 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓀 | BSD OC

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[...]but since death establishes the order of the world, perhaps it is better for God not to believe in him and to fight death with all one's might, without lifting one's eyes to that heaven where he is silent.

Albert Camus, The Plague
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♥︎Peal Diver- Mitski

Get up...

Fyodor's voice spoke as she once again fell limply to the ground with a thud. Man was sitting, quietly, to the side, drinking coffee, crossing his legs. He watched with melancholy pattern as young girl struggled to stand up again and again, after each hit.
Viera leaned on hands, quickly getting a kick to the jaw and flying backwards. Fyodor raised hand slightly to man she was training with, giving a silent signal stop.

'If you want to wear this mask, you must learn to fight with it. But now you're doing opposite. You lose weight, you don't sleep and you don't drink let alone eat. With this approach you will achieve your erased goal of your own death within maybe a month.' Fyodor took a sip from porcelain cup. Tired eyes carefully watched her every pitiful move. She could barely stand. Figuring it out, she didn't sleep all night again.
Viera dropped a tear, feeling everything hurt. She was without strength.
With what was left, she rose on her fists, feeling dizzy. Exhaust.

Russian raised eyebrows slightly at the child's endurance. He would never seat this rat for having some strength.
Viera was already shaking as looked at train-man in front of her.

This world is sick. She is sick.

She has to fight. She has to do something.

There is no other choice, either she kills herself or she survives.

She set her guard, clenching fists.

Fyodor stood up unexpectedly, putting his cup of drink next to plate. Girl and the train-man looked at Fyodor's stoic figure. He walk across Viera, standing calmly.

'Go on, make a move' he said.
Viera walked up to him and threw a kick. He dodged it very gently, knocking her to the ground.

'Get up...'

'Use your head...not the strength you don't have...'
Viera got up after a minute.

'Once again' Fyodor eased the body a little more. Even though physical fighting was not his thing at all, he was able to predict her movements without the slightest error, and then it was just a smooth way to get her.
'Guard higher, protect the jaw, cower down.'
Train-man on the side watched in surprise. Second ago she was without any strength.

'You don't listen' said quietly, wanting to instill fear. He knew how terrified she was at the thought of making mistakes, she didn't accept it.

'Left punch'

He ordered and girl obediently punch, only to be met with a back attack. Minutes passed and Fyodor only repeated sequences of punches and dodges.
The body started to get used to it, but it was breaking down.
Even using guns requires some strength. Must know the basics. Even if she's not built for fighting. Girl must know how to fight.

Fyodor dodged the attacks effortlessly, slowly speeding up movements.

Dance.

Viera thought.