Russell Adler Cold War Novels & Stories

But now, here they were, adversaries seated at a table, exchanging banter like old friends. "Desecrate?" Adler scoffed, "You talk as if it's some sacred relic. Besides..." He looked up at the ceiling, "I discovered I was really more of a gun devil." Ruslan leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "Point of correction, it is sacred." "Whatever, psycho." Adler's gaze flickered to the candle lamps, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. He wouldn't make a mistake this time. With a final, silent nod, Adler raised the gun, his finger inching towards the trigger, "You should have known better than to cross me."

I muttered. “Grandpa..” he said. “Alpha Carter Gray—the man who led the Cold War himself. Grandpa can give us more info.” I blinked at him and so did Noah. Logan was right, it never occurred to us that nobody lived the Cold War as closely as my grandfather. Granted old age and past enemies have kind of messed with his head but still, maybe he might have something that could help us. At this point, every shred of insight or help meant the world. “Oh fuck…why didn’t it occur to us before?” Noah exclaimed. “That’s a great idea! Maybe…”

We smile awkwardly in silence, yet we both seem to be unable to undo our stare from each other. The room has gotten cold, making shiver as I feel the cold breeze coming from the opened window hit my body. Russell chuckles and comes close rubbing my arms with his hands. "Sorry, the heater isn't working. I gotta take a look at it. Let me close the window for you. Why don't you take a seat while I make a cup of coffee. You do like cooffee right?" He walks towards the kitchen and grips the coffee pot, pouring water inside and placing a coffee filter full of ground coffee beans inside the machine.