Dakayev felt the punches rip into his visor.
" You cannot win, you never will! George, lets go, this man has obviously no idea whats at stake!"
He coughed and stood up, dusting off his combat suit
" You won't last long. I'm going. Anyone willing to come , come!"
Dakayev looked at George, waiting to see if he would die with Nathan or join Dakayev and assemble the main faction and slaughter the BOS.
" George, make your decision, I won't hate you for it. Nathan is deluded and he has no idea what he is doing."
Dakayev walked over to the Captains body, slowly hoping Nathan wouldn't shoot him. He bended over and closed the Captains eyes. Then he stood up and un-holstered his Gladius rifle. Three clips left.
" Now then. Lets see who comes. Orson, George? Make your decisions now. Just remember that you will be my enemy if you go with Nathan and join the Brotherhood. "
Dakayev began to sing once more. Tears filling in his eyes, no one noticing them running down his face.
"Yesli na atchiznu nagryanyet bieda, pozaviot soldata truba. Armiya may?, ty na strazhe vsiegda! Ty - may? lyubov i sudyba!
Chorus:
Obyknaviennaya, sudba niliogkaya vayennaya.
Lyubov surovaya, no vyernaya. Gatovy my na ratnyi trud.
My vse, my vse ispytany ni raz, ni dva bayami-marshami.
My at soldata i da marshala - adna simya!
Nash oktyabr s nami v pakhodnom strayu!
S nami pyesni krasnykh baytsov, perbyi dyen, vayny, i pabyednyi salyut, I sudba pogibshikh atsov...
Chorus.
Mchatsya nashi gody, No zhizn moloda!
I pay?t kak prezhde truba.
Armiya may?, ty na strazhe vsy?gda!
Ty - may? lyubov i sudba!"
" My army, my family, the red star rising above the horizon of victory..............."