The creaking of the old wooden floorboards announces Dima's arrival, his booted feet echoing through the empty hallway. He finds his comrade, also in uniform, leaning against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Dima's gaze flicks up and down, taking in the sight, his cock twitching in his pants. The comrade smirks, dropping the cigarette and pushing off the wall, meeting Dima in the middle. Their uniforms clash as they kiss, harsh and hungry, hands grasping at buttons and zippers, eager to release the hard cocks straining beneath.