Mink waited impatiently for his partner Dude in the small meeting room of the 652''s clan castle. He had hurriedly sent for him after his spies had reported the latest news from the city of 656.


    When the Dude entered the room, Mink had already spread out all the reports on the table.


    ''Look at this, my friend - apparently there was a scandal in the faction chat on 656 last night.''


    The Dude bent over the reports with interest: ''What happened?''


    ''They apparently had another angry Russian there. The situation must have escalated completely last night. According to our spies'' reports, this second angry Russian smashed several vodka bottles on Ghost''s head and told him to go to hell. Ghost then kicked him out of the faction.''


    ''How - where - what? No way, bro, how many angry Russians do they still have there?''


    ''Well, a few are obviously still members there. We already have one...''


    ''Yeah, you transferred him to the farm faction yesterday! Have you forgotten?''


    ''No, that''s right. Do you think the second angry Russian will apply for a place with us?''


    ''Well, if he does, we should instruct the leadership of our Wings not to accept him!''


    ''Wait, brother. I mean... several vodka bottles smashed on Ghost''s head... that''s got something. Don''t you think so?''


    ''No, brother, you''re not seriously thinking about taking in the second angry Russian as well, are you?''


    Mink thought about it. Of course, the Dude was right in his objections. On the other hand, he really liked the bellicose fire and fury that these Russians radiated. They were exhausting partners to play with, yes. But they were perfectly usable at the front, because they were practically always boiling over with rage. You just had to make sure during the missions that they didn''t accidentally run in the wrong direction and attack your own people.


    The Dude growled: ''How are you going to stop these guys from rolling up your clan from front to back, huh? They''ll smash the vodka bottles on Beelerina''s head later. Or on mine!''


    Mink grinned. ''Nobody can smash vodka bottles on your head, my friend. Although you''re wearing that silly sun hat...''


    ''Hey, I''m on holiday!''


    ''... that silly sun hat that you''ve even put flowers on recently...''


    ''Hey, I thought I''d look a bit friendlier this way!''


    ''... flowers, but you are and always will be a warrior. I shouldn''t be surprised if there''s a steel plate inside your silly sun hat with flowers on it.''


    Mink rapped his knuckles on the Dude''s hat as a test and immediately pulled his hand back with a cry of pain. ''Ow, I knew I was right!''


    ''If you know, why are you testing it,'' the Dude replied impassively. ''Yes, and yes, you''re right. But again, how are you going to stop the whole faction from being thrown into chaos by angry Russians if you want to take them all in?''


    Mink thought, then snapped his fingers, ''I''ve got it! We''ll just start a new faction. Another wing. For the angry Russians we take over from the 656. They''ll all come in there. One faction more or less is no longer important. And we''ll name the faction... let me think...''


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    Mink snapped his fingers wildly with both hands and ran up and down, thinking. ''I''ve got it! We''re calling the new faction RxR. Road to Russian Rage. Well, what do you think?''


    The Dude couldn''t say anything more. Mink''s genius was once again unrivalled.


    Mink grinned triumphantly: ''Let Marzzzz know. Tell him to recruit the second angry Russian. And I''ll get the first angry Russian back from the farm faction. I want to see them smashing vodka bottles on Ghost''s head in twos, threes and fours! It''s going to be a party!''


    Giggling, Mink ran out of the meeting room.


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    The visitor who crept into the kitchen of the 656 clan castle late at night had to come in complete secrecy and must not be noticed by anyone. Lady Evelyne, who was still at the cooker baking cakes at that late hour, was promptly given a huge fright.


    ''You! Damn, I hope no one saw you. Ghost will kill you if he finds you!''


    Superhero, as the angry Russian number 2 was also known, nodded and quietly took a seat at the table. ''I''ve brought my new R4 with me, he''ll stand guard outside and let you know if anyone comes,'' he whispered.


    Lady Evelyne nodded too and briefly checked the corridor leading to the kitchen. Everything was empty and quiet. All the faction members were asleep.


    As quietly as possible, she pushed a plate of freshly baked cake and a cup of coffee towards her visitor. ''You look like you could do with an extra large slice of cake.''


    She then took a seat opposite Superhero and looked at him thoughtfully: ''What was wrong with you yesterday? Did you drink too much vodka? I mean, you''ve had the occasional blackout before, but this bad?''


    Superhero shook his head. ''It wasn''t that. There were other reasons.''


    ''And what''s going to happen to you now? Do you have a plan? Are you staying here, do you want to rejoin us, do you want to go to the 652?''


    The Russian laughed imperceptibly. ''I don''t want to go on the 652, even if everyone thinks I do. I haven''t given it any thought yet. I''ll probably stay in the city. It''s just Ghost that''s been bugging me. I really like Genny and have always respected her. And the others in the clan too. I always wanted to go and fight for Genny.''


    The lady sighed. ''You hit Ghost on the head with a bottle of vodka and told him to go to hell! What''s got into you?''


    ''Hey, I''d said I wanted to leave the clan, then I said goodbye to everyone nicely and politely, and suddenly Ghost kicks me. Of course I got angry!''


    ''Boy, Ghost kicked you AFTER you hit him over the head with the vodka bottle and swore at him. I was there!''


    ''Really, that was before? Hm, I can''t even remember...''


    ''And then you said it again! About hell and that he should lick something off his lips. The chat censored it. And from then on, the chat censored everything you said to Ghost. We only saw asterisks!''


    ''Yeah, funny, I thought it was the other way round...''


    ''You''ve probably had too much to drink after all! Jesus, I was once at a meeting with Russians and Poles, they drank vodka like mineral water, the bottle in one hand, the mobile phone in the other, and then they still managed to send the attacks with one hand, even though the bottle was almost empty... what''s wrong with you? After one sip of that stuff I''d be lying under the table unconscious! But this time it was probably too much for you too.''


    ''I don''t remember what I said,'' growled Superhero, ''I just remember that I was very angry. Then Ghost kicked me. And I got even angrier.''


    ''I know. You insulted him in the CC afterwards, and then again in the GC, and then there was the lip thing again, where I still don''t know what he''s supposed to lick his lips about. It must have been something very naughty.''


    Superhero groaned. ''Like I said, I don''t remember all the details...''


    ''What madness, really. Sometimes I think I''m just surrounded by city lunatics. You have to look after yourself, Ghost will zero you if he finds you.''


    ''I know he will.''


    ''It was really intense what you put him through yesterday.''


    ''But I only insulted him after he gave me a debuff! Of course I was angry then!''


    ''Yes, you could tell. But if you insult Ghost so violently at the same time, then he has to show who''s boss. It''s a man thing. Why do I have to explain this to you, I''m a woman!''


    Superhero had to press both hands over his mouth to stop himself laughing out loud. ''But admit it, it was kind of funny! Why is he freaking out like that?''


    ''Oh bloke! You really forced him to react! I just thought: men! Look, at first Ghost said goodbye to you nicely and said farewell. Then came one provocation after another from you. It''s logical that he has to show who the alpha wolf is, otherwise he''ll lose respect in the faction. ''


    ''But it was fun! Maybe I was rude, but it was fun.''


    ''The best thing would have been to send you both out the door for a bit, you could have punched each other in the face, then you could have both gone back in, had beer and vodka together and everything would have been fine again. Unfortunately, that wasn''t possible.''


    ''You''re probably right. You somehow know us all quite well.''


    ''Inevitably. After all, I write our chronicle. You know I have to mention these events too.''


    Superhero leaned back and relaxed. '' At last,'' was all he said.


    ''Excuse me?''


    ''At last. At last my character will appear in your works. So it was all worth it.''


    ''Wait a minute...'' Lady Evelyne took a deep breath. ''Are you telling me something, that was INTENTIONAL?''


    Superhero sighed: ''I didn''t appear in your novel before this event. I had to leave my mark in the annals.''


    Lady Evelyne clutched her head. ''That''s the urge for immortality, am I right?''


    The Russian nodded. ''Yes, that''s what it was.''


    ''Jesus, all you had to do was PM me! I tell everyone, all you have to do is PM me and I''ll see that you become a part of history! We are all this GW together. All of us together are the story. Everyone gets their piece of immortality.''


    ''Yeah, but you once said immortality has to be earned.'' Superhero straightened up straight as a die and took a stance, ''I''m a proud Russian. I didn''t want immortality as a gift, I wanted to earn it.''


    ''By smashing vodka bottles on Ghost''s head and telling him to go to hell?'' Lady Evelyne had to hold on to the edge of the table.


    ''Just like that,'' Superhero leant back and rummaged in his pocket. He then reverently pulled out a freshly printed copy of ''Legends'' and placed it on the table in front of him. ''That''s what it was about and that''s what it''s all about. Mink got a whole chapter just for himself yesterday... a solo hit... not just a small piece, but a big one.''


    Lady Evelyne nodded slowly. ''Okay. I have understood. An incredible performance and a well-deserved immortality. Sometimes I really think Lil Arrow is right, and there are only crazy people around here.''


    Superhero smiled and quietly scurried outside.


    Lady Evelyne cleared away the crockery thoughtfully. Somehow she had the feeling that someone had just played a big trick on her. And at some point, with a lot of thought, she would surely work out exactly how he had done it.