Chapter 79
Chapter 79
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Wardaddy and Yelena
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"Good morning, comrades. What a fine morning it is."
『Suu-ha』
『Sukka, I've been holding my breath for two days—give me some mouth-to-mouth quickㅜㅜ』
『Start explaining the hunting bar incident!!!!』
"Huh? What's this hunting bar incident? Did something happen?"
『Look at her playing dumb lololol』
『Kukudas isn't a snack—it's bread, right?』
『Did she really drink vodka?』
"Let's keep the weird talk to a minimum. Now, straight into the frontline."
The next morning, after greeting the viewers, I headed into the frontline.
As expected, the chat was noisy about the drunken incident, but luckily, my consistent denial made it die down.
I'd been worried Shin Ara might get bored alone, but seeing her with her laptop put my mind at ease.
She'd be watching my stream anyway, so we could keep chatting through it.
"Have you woken up, Operator? Shall I pull a tank out of the garage for you?"
"No, that's fine. Go about your business."
I logged into the frontline and stepped out of the barracks.
They'd even modeled the time difference with Korea, so the old-fashioned streets looked like lunchtime had long passed.
But the number of people passing by was way more than two days ago.
Most in Soviet uniforms—seemed like not just NPCs, but players too had increased.
I'd been skeptical from community posts, but sure enough, tons of players were gathering.
Of course, more allies was always good, so the soldier-filled city felt a bit welcoming.
"Hey! There's Sukka!"
"Sukka!!"
Some even recognized me and shouted.
But since my nickname was a swearword here, every time, nearby NPCs turned to stare.
Nicknames don't translate, so to them, it was like yelling "Bitch!" on the main street.
I naturally pretended not to notice and hurried to the beach where I'd met Irina.
『Lol, ignoring her own fansㅋㅋ』
『Sukka's so cold-hearted』
『At least waveㅜㅜ』
"Ah, no... there are people around, and it's a swearword...."
『Not our fault though?』
『ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ』
『But seriously, why'd she pick a nickname that's a cuss word?』
"I don't know... don't ask...."
Walking briskly like that, I soon arrived at the yellow rock.
According to Ttalgwi's info from yesterday, Wardaddy should be around here.
Sure enough, a familiar uncle lounged on a sunbed on the sandy beach.
It was the tank commander Wardaddy, enjoying daytime drinks in dark sunglasses.
"Uncle Wardaddy, I've arrived."
"Huh? Yeah, had fun?"
"Yes, thanks to you, I rested easy. Where's Irina?"
"Irina? She's working right now. Something about grinding at a munitions factory. Ghost is guarding her."
"Uh... then what are you doing right now, Uncle?"
"I'm guarding that kid splashing over there. Name's Yelena, I think? Off to pick seaweed to scam someone else again."
"Ah."
I turned to where Wardaddy pointed.
There, a little girl toddled in the shallow water.
Not cold, apparently—she played alone in thin clothes.
She'd been soaked when we first met, so Yelena must pick seaweed here daily.
But knowing it's for extortion scams, not eating, tugged at my heart.
It hinted at the Morozova sisters' poor living conditions, nearly bringing tears.
"Why not stop her and just watch...."
"Kid's young but wary. If I butt in and she hides, trouble. Kids grow up like that anyway. I did it too as a kid."
"Huh? You as a kid, Uncle? What year was that?"
"80s, punk. And this is 1940s setting. Technically, that kid's my big sis."
I stopped calculating Wardaddy's age.
Even lowballing, he'd be my dad's age.
Seemed I should look after the elder first before worrying about Yelena.
With that, I snatched the beer bottle from his hand.
"I'll guard Yelena from now on. Stop drinking and switch with me."
"Yeah, time for me to log out anyway."
"Yes, thanks for your work. I'll treat you to better booze later. And all-you-can-eat tasty beef too."
"Looking forward to that. See, wife material? Maybe my son and—"
"—Say any more and I'll get mad."
"Aw, fine. Can't even joke."
After sending off the drunk uncle, I was alone on the beach.
Only had a pistol, but with viewers watching over me, no worries.
Now, time to guard Yelena and build affinity.
Different from plan—hitting the little sister first—but befriending Yelena would naturally lead to Irina.
Problem was, I wasn't used to kids.
How to approach? After pondering, I decided to just try.
"Hi, Yelena? Doing well?"
"Gasp!"
"S-sorry! Scared you by calling suddenly?"
"Why'd you come back! To take my big sis again!"
Luckily, Yelena remembered me perfectly.
But the bad first impression was regrettable.
Would take time to get close, it seemed.
Feeling down, I squatted on the sand and continued.
"Just wanted to be friends with you sisters. Can you trust me without the suspicion?"
"B-but last time you lied to me! Big sis said she never met a hero!"
"Right, current Irina doesn't know me. But I didn't lie. Protecting you sisters is all true."
"S-still can't trust you! Heroes don't even give real names! Super suspicious!"
"Hm? Name?"
Come to think, I hadn't told Yelena my real name.
Mindful of viewers, I'd only said 'Sukka', so a wary girl doubting me was natural.
Wanted to give full name, but just the last name for now.
'Chernakoshka' was public, so creepy viewers wouldn't fixate.
"My real name's Chernakoshka. Sorry for telling you late."
"Huh? Name means Black Cat?"
"Yeah, that's what it means."
"Then you're sis Black Cat?"
"......."
"Cute name—why hide it? Don't disgrace your own name anymore."
"Uh... okay...."
Auto-translation's pitfalls on full display.
But she was right, no rebuttal possible.
Kids' brutal honesty was baffling.
Checked manager chat for help, but Shin Ara just sent 'Fighting!'
Meanwhile, Yelena shivered in the water.
Talking to me, no seaweed picked, body chilled.
"Ugh... feet cold...."
"Wanna come out first? You'll catch a cold."
"Ah, can't... need seaweed to look pitiful...."
"You're plenty pitiful now. I'll help get food too, so come warm up."
"R-really?"
Luckily, Yelena came out.
Complex reasons probably, but guard down a bit.
Just one step, though.
Mimicking Shin Ara's kindness, I approached carefully.
"Wear this at least. A gift for Yelena."
"No! Can't take military coat! Don't wanna get shot!"
"Eh? Shot? Who taught you that word?"
"Big sis... Civilians in uniforms get shot...."
"Ah...."
Had to put my coat back on.
Soviet reality I knew—couldn't ignore.
But leaving Yelena wet bothered me.
I warmly clasped her cold hands.
"Then let's buy clothes? Want you to pick for me."
"Huh? Clothes?"
"Yeah. Said I'd help with food. To look pitiful, shouldn't I ditch the uniform?"
"Wow! Really helping? But soldiers begging okay? No scolding from bigwigs?"
"Should be fine. Did it plenty before."
"Ah! Then follow me! I know a kids' clothes shop!"
"......."
Actually planned to buy hers while getting mine.
Frowned at 'kids' clothes', but luckily she didn't notice, leading ahead.
Arrived at a stylish shop on the main street.
Pocket system auto-converts currency, so players could shop freely with NPCs.
Inside, a clerk greeted smiling.
Even welcomed wet Yelena—kind personality showing.
"Oh my! Yelena brought a customer?"
"Yes! I did! No finder’s fee this time!"
"Good? Then no cleaning fee for soaking the shop."
"Yay! And this sis is a decorated hero! Can I pick clothes that suit her?"
"Of course. But no dirtying them?"
"Yes!"
After clerk and Yelena's chat, shopping started.
Yelena forgot wariness, bouncing like a kid.
No need for me to pick—relief.
Following her, she picked seriously.
"Hmm... Black Cat sis is pretty, everything suits?"
"Th-thanks... but you're way prettier."
"Still, can't buy fancy now. Gotta look pitiful for begging. I recommend this. How's it?"
"Uh... too thin, won't it be cold?"
"Begging means enduring cold. Don't you know, sis Federal Hero?"
"Ah, got it... I'll wear that."
Yelena had some weird stubbornness.
Didn't wanna deny her lifestyle, but buying for begging? Odd.
Picked outfit: pajama-like dress from home.
Pushed by her satisfaction, I paid and changed.
『Gasp... boobs showing from that angle?』
┗ Chat blocked and deleted.
『Milfy collarbone exposure hot afㄷㄷ』
┗ Chat blocked and deleted.
『No boobs, how's it see-through??』
┗ Chat blocked and deleted.
"Hmm... how's it? Suits me?"
"Yeah! Super pretty!"
Viewers annoying, but Yelena happy—good.
Girl dropping formal speech, no more guard.
Now my turn to pick for Yelena.
She recommended shop and coordinated—fair to reciprocate.
"Now let's pick Yelena's clothes. Gift for your pretty picks."
"I-I'm fine... already look pitiful...."
"Too pitiful looks off, right? Moderately warm gets more charity?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Super pitiful screams 'too much for me'. Mildly says 'I can help this kid'."
"Ooh!"
Luckily, Yelena bought the excuse.
Eyes sparkling with admiration—adorable.
Some huge misunderstanding, but ignore for now.
Before she snapped out, I picked, bought.
"Change into this. Warm wet cloth ready—wipe salt first?"
"Yeah! Wait a sec!"
Yelena rustled in changing room.
Meanwhile, I donned couple-look coat and boots bought for us.
Waiting, peeking chat—changing room curtain opened.
Yelena before mirror: no trace of poverty.
"First time in clothes like this! How's it? Suits?"
"Yeah, suits perfectly."
Pure, sincere praise—no flattery.
Knew her taste from her picks, matched warm similar style—worth it.
Thick white dress, light beige coat, calf-high warm boots.
Even troll viewers all praise—practical, cute coord.
But Yelena's face darkened staring in mirror.
Realized her own cuteness, probably.
"B-Black Cat sis... think I can't take this...."
"Hm? Why not?"
"If big sis finds out, spanking again...."
"No worries. Irina'll praise how pretty?"
"R-really? Why?"
Standing beside worried Yelena, we mirrored.
Mirror showed two smiling girls: one bright, one expectant.
"My rank's higher than Irina's."
"Ooh!"
Getting close to kids ain't easy.
But with enough money, nothing impossible.