You hear gunfire and explosions and thinking you can get yourself some sweet loot you go around the corner and get a face full of angry giant mutated demon bird.
My Russian is as rusty as 90% of their tanks, but this magpie might be a pet of sorts for the woman. She calls it by its 'name' (Gyena), asks 'where have you been, my birdy' and all that. I guess the bird was spending quite some time around the house and that's how it learned to imitate the sound.
Russia truly is a magical place. I was thinking of visiting, but I fear I might not come back. The Zone was magical too, after all.
**squidbaby used "*roll picture*"** **squidbaby rolled image** imagine all of the stories and myths that could come from this bird in prior times when we were cromagnan beast
Imagine coming home late one night and theres a flock of these little satanic spawns that have mimicked each other sitting atop your house and as you walk to your front door they all start giggling because your door startled them....
She's clearly being lulled into a false sense of security... See how that creature flew around her living room like it owns the place? That girl's days are numbered.