One year later.....
Pushka is no longer a foal. She is a filly now I believe, I think I sped up her development process through the use of Vodka. The year is 2011, I have been promoted to the most senior NCO rank,a senior warrant officer. I will soon be a officer due to my high reputation and standing position in the division.
A year ago Pushka called me the word which I most dreaded. That word is “daddy”. I taught her to speak both Russian and English, she speaks English better than I can. We have also moved off site to a good house in the middle of the city. From there she can move around and not be cooped up all day.
The “daddy” situation at first made me angry, I was going to hit her like I hit everyone...but something stopped me when I saw the look in her eyes. She truly believed that I was her father. Hitting her would make her run away, so I didn’t. I began to believe it aswell.
I am now Pushkas father. She is my daughter. At first I tried to avoid that fact but now I am fine with it.
Pushka has also found her skill in life, she likes fashion and I got her a sewing machine. Thats what she does most of the time. Sew sew sew and make clothes. Brilliant mind I must say.
Two months later.
She used her magic for the first time. I didnt know what the hell she was doing until I got back from a parade with a few alcohol bottles. I was slightly drunk when I opened the front door and marched inside.
“Your drunk”. Was the first thing she said to me. Nice isnt it?.
“No...”.I answered back.
“This isnt anywhere near my limit”. I continued. It was true though, apparently my limit is something like 32 bottles in one night of heavy drinking. I rarely get a hangover too because alcohol is permanently in my system.
When I started to drink,she looked at me in a disapproaving manner as the lovely liquid flowing into my systems and “topping” off my current levels. Pushka used her magic to grasp the bottle out of my hands.
I swore under my breath and reached for another one.
She giggled promptly and then moved them all out of reach. I gave up.
“You dont like me drinking do you?”. Defeated I admitted.
“No, its make you look terrible, your blue eyes go thin and I can see so much pain in your expression when you drink. I just don’t like to see you this way Dad”. Pushka replied in her high class English accent, she looked pretty depressed when she said it.
I have to admit she’s right, when I look in the mirror normally, I see a shaved headed man with lines on his face, he doesn’t laugh much either and his blue eyes are of the coldest blue imaginable.
I see scars on my face from numerous fights and splinters, it isn’t a nice thing to look at.
I am possibly the worst father in the world but that wont mean I will not try to raise my daughter up to a respectable standard.
But she sees me as something else,Pushka sees me as her father,the first thing she ever laid eyes and for that reason I will try to be the best I can be.
“I suppose your right, what’s on the television”. I suggest and change the mood of the conversation.
She tips her head and thinks for a moment, her brilliant mind taking apart the possible programs on and deducing everything. My daughter is indeed a veritable genius.
“How about total wipeout?”.
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u]2012
I was promoted to captain a year later, I was in charge of several hundred men now since we had a large lack of officers,I may have been a captain but I ended up doing a colonels job of managing an entire battalion of tanks.
At least Pushka was at my side the entire way, thanks to her I started to look better, I drank less and less. The lines of my face began to fade away, the pair of eyes that unnerved people so much had life thrown into them and I grew hair for once when I refused to have my head shaven.
Life seemed better in the military too, I took artillery training,gunner training,emergency loader training and in a year I was a tank commander in charge of a battalion. All they had to do was to promote me to colonel.
And then life went downhill.....