Improving the Odds

Rory’s Story Cubes Mini-Story #12


Alexei Bukharin shook his head to clear the cobwebs. Bad move, he thought, as pain lanced from the lump at the back of his head where it had contacted a brick wall.

He hadn’t expected KGB Officer Dmitri Kargin to greet him like an old friend, even though they had been, but he also hadn’t expected the turn of events where his former comrade shot him. Twice. In the chest.

You didn’t calculate the odds differently when you wore a ballistic vest because that would keep you from ever working again. Seeing as he was still breathing, albeit in some pain, he’d take those bleak odds and gamble again another day.