This is an alternate history born from the question, "what if?". What if, in that hell of fire and concrete at the old abandoned factory, Pavel survived? What if the hand that Yan pulled from the wreckage in desperation actually squeezed his fingers back? This is the story of what happened next.

It's a tale of two broken souls and one old Bronco, hurtling down the dusty roads of America. Yan, a silent giant with a scarred face, tries to find meaning in a world that he can now barely feel with his disfigured hands. He's searching for peace and quiet. Pavel, his perpetual engine with one kidney and a pack of cigarettes, tries to drown the pain and memories in noise, speed, and bad jokes. He's searching for anything at all, as long as it keeps him from being alone with himself.

They aren't heroes. They are fugitives. One is running from the fear in strangers' eyes, the other from the silence in his own head. Together, they aren't looking for adventure, but for a place where they can finally turn off the engine, exhale, and not want to leave the next morning.

But can you ever really escape your past when it's sitting in the passenger seat right next to you? This is a story about a friendship that proved stronger than steel, about scars that ache more than physical wounds, and about the long, long road home, even if you never had one to begin with.

You can find the card for Silly Tavern in my public telegram channel