[Open Frequency] Vlad speaking!

[FUNERAL]

*Vladimir sits on the ground by his buddy Dean, as he pats him on his shoulder - offering him his canteen full of water*

*Vladimir grabs his vest's pouch, pulling the velcro open, taking out a radio out of the pouch*

*Vladimir proceeds to configure his radio, and proceeds to transmit on all frequencies*

[align=justify]*Heavy Russian accent* "This is sergeant Vladimir Tolsky, combat medic of Chernarussian Defence Forces speaking. We are currently looking for wounded or suffering survivors, that are in need of medical attention. Also we are looking for an universal blood donor, with O negative blood type. If you're willing to help others, and you're healthy - not carrying any flu's or viruses, we will take 450 milligrams of your blood, and in exchange, we will treat you with some food and water. As it's been said by Anne Frank once.."No one has ever become poor by giving"..we have water, food, ammunition, medications"

[align=justify]"Also, if you're able to provide us any kind of transportation, we would be extremely thankful. We're traveling with a red cross tent. And currently we're looking for a place, to set up another first aid camp - if you can suggest any places, let us know!"

[align=justify]"Wilbert, the doctor from the airfield, if you can hear us - we're still looking for you, after the grenade exploded and the flashbangs struck in, I've lost sight of you. We've reunited with Dean and some other folks. If you can hear me, we're looking for you and we are in need of your help!"

*Static hissing*

*Vladimir lowers the radio, placing it onto his lap - as he leans back, waiting for any feedback on the radio*

[Melvin]

Hmm..will O+ suffice?

[Jamie]

Lloyd picks up the radio and talks with an angry tone.

You don't sound too much like a Chernarussian Bratr, you sound like a Russian pig. Take your filthy lies off this frequency, ano? 

He lets go of the transmitter and continues trekking to Balota. 

[Bauglir2011]

Lloyd picks up the radio and talks with an angry tone.

You don't sound too much like a Chernarussian Bratr, you sound like a Russian pig. Take your filthy lies off this frequency, ano? 

He lets go of the transmitter and continues trekking to Balota. 

Kirill smiles as he hears another nationalist speaking on the frequency. He takes out his radio and pushes down the PTT button.

*A ty by si měl zmlknout taky, špíno! Dříve než skončís viset na nejakým stromě...*

"Glupy durak." says to himself while putting the radio back to his pocket.

[Guest Max]

Lloyd picks up the radio and talks with an angry tone.

You don't sound too much like a Chernarussian Bratr, you sound like a Russian pig. Take your filthy lies off this frequency, ano? 

He lets go of the transmitter and continues trekking to Balota. 

Max listens to the man with a confused look. He begins transmitting with his Chernarussian accent.

There really isn't a difference. Fucking idiot. 

He ends the transmission.

[Bauglir2011]

Max listens to the man with a confused look. He begins transmitting with his Chernarussian accent.

There really isn't a difference. Fucking idiot. 

He ends the transmission.

Kirill shakes his head as he listens to the other answer and decides to reply.

*If you think there isn't any difference between the russian and chernarussian language or even the accent, then you are a durak and a fucking outsider... Job tvoju mať!*

He stops talking and takes a deep breath.

[Guest Max]

Max listens to the man with a confused look. He begins transmitting with his Chernarussian accent.

There really isn't a difference. Fucking idiot. 

He ends the transmission.

Kirill shakes his head as he listens to the other answer and decides to reply.

*If you think there isn't any difference between the russian and chernarussian language or even the accent, then you are a durak and a fucking outsider... Job tvoju mať!*

He stops talking and takes a deep breath.

Max listens to the man and transmits 

I fought for the CDF in 2009 civil war and I worked with ex-NAPA in the beginning of the outbreak. You call me an outsider? Who the fuck are you? 

He ends the transmission

[Bauglir2011]

Max listens to the man and transmits 

I fought for the CDF in 2009 civil war and I worked with ex-NAPA in the beginning of the outbreak. You call me an outsider? Who the fuck are you? 

He ends the transmission

Kirill raises his radio again.

*A kdo seš kurva ty, když ani neumíš rozeznat dva odlišné jazyky a mluvit černarusky?*

Static remains.

[Guest Max]

Max listens to the man and transmits 

I fought for the CDF in 2009 civil war and I worked with ex-NAPA in the beginning of the outbreak. You call me an outsider? Who the fuck are you? 

He ends the transmission

Kirill raises his radio again.

*A kdo seš kurva ty, když ani neumíš rozeznat dva odlišné jazyky a mluvit černarusky?*

Static remains.

Max chuckles and begins to transmit

I just told you who I was. I know the difference between Chernarussian and Russian, but there is barely a difference in the accent. And speaking my own language to me isn't going to trick me.

He ends the transmission

[Bauglir2011]

Max chuckles and begins to transmit

I just told you who I was. I know the difference between Chernarussian and Russian, but there is barely a difference in the accent. And speaking my own language to me isn't going to trick me.

He ends the transmission

Kirill pushes the PTT button and chuckles into the transmission.

*A tough guy I see. A note to the accent - there is a noticable difference. But it doesn't matter. I've met a few imposters claiming to be Chernarussians. Finally a real one...*

The transmission ends and Kirill puts the radio back to his pocket. He takes out his hunting knife and mumbles to himself:

"It's been almost a month... It doesn't matter. Vskore prichodiť na majo vrimja..."

He continues on his journey.

[FUNERAL]

*Vladimir stands by the window in Kabanino church, as he grabs his radio, listening to all the chatter*

"So sad that all of you guys seem to so patriotic and nationalist..you, the one accusing me of being an imposter and telling me that I'm a Russian scum..my friend - you're terribly mistaken, I fought for CDF and Chernarussia lives in me, there is no any more beautiful land in this world than it is Chernarussia my friend."

"Why you all have to be so hostile? I was offering my help to all of your guys - sadly I was caught my a bunch of people today, and they offered me a trade, that I couldn't refuse, because otherwise, they would've taken it from me in the more violent manner..long story short, my tent was stolen. And now I'm in Kabanino, I got here with a beautiful Chernarussian female name Petra, many gamblers here though."

"Still looking for Wilbert..doc, if you hear me, let me know! I'm staying in Kabanino tonight, come find me!"

*Static*

[FUNERAL]

*Grabs the radio from his right pocket, as he flicks it on - pushing PTT button*

"Ae folks! It's Vladimir again speaking..got some great attire to trade, some vests with pouches and holsters..

an exclusive compact green painted AKSU without a buttstock, with two magazines, two boxes of ammo, also got 

some of these camoish pants.."

"Let me know if you're interested in some of this 'smetí."

"Vladimir out!"

*Releases the PTT button, as he continues his journey with a radio in his hand*

[Wilbert]

*A loud voice with sounds of storm on the background suddenly breaks the radio silence.*

"Hey there, its me, Wilbert! Nice to hear from you. Im currently to the East, hiding in a cave. Weather is forcing me to stay here, just went outside for a minute to transmit this message. Get a short wave Walkie-Talkie, tell me your frequency and keep reporting your location from time to time. One day Ill be within the range, which should be about 1km for the signal to be distinct and then I will call you out."

*Transmission ends.*