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How can this be fair?

It feels like just now he was texting to her, alive and happy. Now he was dead. And it still feels surreal

Aka yc wanted to write something about Ukraine so suddenly you have rtc fic.

Natalia yawned, it was early in the morning. And she did stayed awake for the night again. She had to chat with her lyubiy, seriously she would do it in any time of the day. And with nine hours of a time gap, one of them had to sacrifice their sleep either way. So it wasn't strange for her. Lifting her head from the keyboard. Yes, she had passed out in the middle of the night again, sitting by the computer. Sleep deprivation had its effect.

Mischa: Інтернет чогось зовсім не робит. (For sone reason internet doesn't work at all)

Mischa: Океан тягає нас на якой-то циклон. Чо вона причепилася як псина якая-сь? Я хотів іще в тире постріляти. (Ocean, drags us onto some cyclone. Why is she barking like some kind of a dog? A wanted to shot in the gallery more)

Mischa: Кохана ти вже спиш? Ми ідемо на цу гірку (Love, are you asleep alredy? We are going onto that rollercoaster)

The last message. Fairly unusual, Mischa would text hours and hours even when she wasn't online to see it. And she did the same. It was strange, almost painful to meet such a tiny ammount of messages. It wasn't Mischa-like at all.

Natalia shugged, trying not to think about it much. Who knows what happened? Mischa said he had a bad connection. And maybe it didn't restore. Maybe he just was busy, fall fair must be so fun. How could Nata be upset when her loved one had so much fun?

Teenager had poked on her black nails. Hm, she would have to recolor them later, the varnish peeled away. 

Natalia carefully aplied the black paint. Let an annoyed groan when it got out of the edges. She was a cool girl, how could she be at anything but her best? Combed her hair to the side, showing off the temple. Ha, Mischa would like it. 

It's been a few days. Mischa didn't text anything. Nata hated it way more that she let on. He wasn't online. He didn't post anything. He didn't write another thousand of messages of how much he loved her.

And it scared Natalia. At first, she tried to brush it off as being clingy. Mischa had his own life, he could be busy. He could be...

No, she knew him too goog. If there was something keeping him busy, Mischa would tell. He would explain and say something. Not this crushing burning silence. What happened? Were it his adoptive parents again? Just a few days weren't so much. But Natasha wanted to know what happened. She texted and asked  and begged her zhyenih to say something, go back and make her day bright again.

"Uh, hello?" Natalia stared at the message from unknown acc. For a moment she was about to blick them, knowing that it probably were spammers at best. "You're Talia, right?"

Her hands trembled. "Are you Mischa friend? Where's he?" She knew that Mischa called her Talia outside of their chat. He told her it would be fun if they all meet one day and Nata could laugh over them calling her 'waist' from the lack of knowledge. 

The other person. Penny Lamb if her facebook username was correct took a really long time to write back. Natalia suspected she was writing and erasing her message over and over again. And it didn't make her feel confident more than she was already. "I don't know how to say it. There was an accident on the rollercoaster. Mischa didn't get out alive."

Natalia's grip became so strong she was sure her phote would shatter from the sheer pressure. It was a joke? Right? This wasn't fucking funny. But the message was clear. "You're not serious." She waited, hoped that it was some form of a prank. And that she wiuld get confirmation that her kohaniy was fine, a bit busy, maybe got into some problems in school.

Instead, she got a link onto some Canadian site she couldn't understand for the most part. Six meant... sheest', and Saint.... okay, she wasn't completely sure what it meant. But.... An awful crash on the fair. Victims.

Nata could recognise him. Not even looking at the camera. Texting something.  Was he texting to her at the moment? (Was he texting while dying?) Google translator wasn't the best way to know the exact content. But it would work at least for now. Even with her best skills, there was no chance she would be able to translate it throught the read.

Dead.  

The word felt blank. Surreal. 

Just five days ago they were texting, all sweethearts online. Just five daus ago Mischa was telling how he'll get money and move back to Ukraine. How they'd have the biggest pir in the whole Ukraine. When they bake a big fat pig and dance untild their feet is off. Or just buy some cheapest gorilka they could find and lie on the frest grass, cuddling together and laughing vecause alcohol hit inside their blood.

The worst part? It didn't have to happen. The whole thing was an accident. A stupid cheap accident because some jerks didn't want to waste their time to maintain shit. Mischa should be alive. But because of them he wasn't. Natalia trembled, staring at the table. Feeling the traitor tears pushing their way out. Pale shaking fingers gripped onto the wood. She felt that she would get sick any moment now.

Dead. Dead. Crushed. Buried two meters underground

It shouldn't be. It couldn't be. Mischa was alive. He had to be alive. He just... There was no way he was fucking dead. 

Natalia hang her feet down the roof. She had climbed on it, she often did so. It was a good hangout place. Nervosly muttering something under her breath. Lines of old panel houses, same as her own flashed, standing like solgiers on the post. Black leather jerkin lied behind her for the lack of use in the September warmth. Nata sighed, opening another bottle of gorilka. Cheap one. It burned her throat to the core. And it didn't even taste good or made her feel better about anything. But it wasn't like she had anything better to do.

"OAH, Yascher!" She winced, looking back from the nickname. It was Polya, or, as she was known in their circle, Zmeya. One of Nata's pank group. "How's life, you've  been fucking awfully quiet lately."

"Comtele shit" Nata admits. She's slurring, maybe she overdid with drinking a bit too much. But who the fuck cares? 

Polya sits next to her, taking the bottle and taking the sip herseft. "What the hell is this?" Her face wrinkles at the taste. "Don't you have any standards?" 

Nata had to admit that Zmeya had a good point. It was the worst gorilka she ever tasted. "Yeah, crap so much. But taking what can afford." She shrugged, blinking to wash away the sleepiness. 

"So, what happened? Sis, you look like complete shit."

Natalia looked down at the old playground. It seemed to stand here longer than she could remember herself. "Remeber my online boyfriend, Mischa? Who is Bad egg?"

Zmeya stared at her for a moment before her face twitches in rage. "Fuck, if that dick dumped you I swear, I'll go all the way to his fucking Canada and..."

"He's dead." Nata interrupted her, she always preffered to get straight to the point. 

She saw Polya's face changing into a look of shocked disbelief. "Like, for reals?" She gasped, as Natalia looked away, hugging herself. Setting down sun brightened her hair in gold. Polina wrapped her arm around Natalia, pulling her closer in. "God, I'm so sorry."

Penny: Hey, I'm just checking. How are you doing?

Natalia stared at the message, it's been a little over a month since accident. They didn't talk much after the breaking news. Not like she even was online after it. And it still stinged. Like somebody poked her with a rusty needle all over. 

Natalia: Pretty bad, I still can't get over it

She knew it took too long for her to answer back for it to be socially appropriate. But she couldn't exectly care about this. 

Natalia: You're the one who survived, yes?

She read about it in the news. Six kids on the rollercoaster, including Mischa. One made it out alive. What a huge luck. Nata swallowed, knowing how unfair it was. Some girl she didn't know before got her chance to live. Her love, the dearest Mykhailo didn't. And even if it wasn't Penny's fault, she wasn't the one who did such an awful job in making sure the rollercoaster was in the good condition, the situation still was painful.

Penny: I wish other kids were alive too. We all were so young.

High schoolers. What was so bad. Nata had to admit, even those about whom she didn't care at all. Of course, nobody of them was making her pained as much as Mischa. They were just four random kids she knew from Mischa's messages at best. But... they all deserved their chance to live. But life turned out cruel and unfair. And, knowing how the news worked, how big were chanches that they lied about something?

Nata stared at the computer paunchy monitor. Where flickered open their chat with Penny. She had at least someone to tell how it was. Even if Natalia knew it would make her sick and cry and mourn for Mischa and something thay would never happen now. But, maybe, it would be nice to know someone who knew Mischa in person.

Natalia: Hey, mind sayin, how close was you with the choir?

Me: *Casually checks rtc wiki page for Natalia*

Me:

Me: Is calling her waist eleven times out of ten not enough????

Like I even checked, there's not such a thing as Muruska? And what is it supposed to be? It's not connected via - so it's separate from the name and surname. And the form is wrong for the patronymic name. It should have suffix -ivn- or -yivn- and no it couldn't be a middle name. Ukranians don't have these.