It was only a matter of time. It began with a few people coughing, they thought it was the radiation but the dosimeters said otherwise. Soon everyone was coughing, before long people started dying.
Chepiga’s workforce was full of men who had seen too many winters, and those who were too ill to work in conventional sectors of the economy. The only way to stop the spread of the virus was to have a cull, the fledgling city could not support widespread illness.
One death is a tragedy, a million deaths are a statistic.
Chepiga knew this would fall to him. Killing never bothered him, usually it was quick and he never had to clean up. This was different, he had come to respect these men, they worked night and day together, sweat dripping from their brows as they laid bricks and mortar in this Ukrainian hell hole.
Poison wouldn’t work, these guys were radioactive, he would have to get up close and personal with them. As long as they closed their eyes, Ruslan could compartmentalise the horror of it.
It took most of the day but he completed the mission, as he always did. He wanted to sleep but he had a promotion push to plan.
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