Vladimir ran through the night whilst it still could hide him.
Thankfully, darkness still hung over the camp as he crawled past it, the same fire still burned but this time he wasn't there to watch and listen, but to pass unseen.
A further two men were awake, one came out for a shit. Close enough for Vladimir to the man was walking to him. Until the man dropped his trousers and sat in a squat, emptying his guts, with an accompanying fart. Laughter followed from the campsite.
Vladimir held his back his laughter too, still a young lad - it was his kind of humour.
Return you prick, Vladimir wanted to shout as the man took his time cleaning his arse, grunting in the process.
The first glows of light were beginning to show to the east, and Vladimir wanted to be past the camp and out of sight in a hurry.
Soon the shitting man was gone.
Vladimir crawled until it was safe enough to run, then he ran keeping as low as possible...
He recalled where Recoil had pointed out, Belokurikha.. and ran again towards it.