And here goes the translation I mentioned. So appareltly I finished it in just one day? It's so short it didn't take much time.

It kinda starts mid-action, so here's a bit of introduction. The protagonist, Semyon, is a guy from modern Russia who on one winter day finds himself in the middle of the summer in a pioneer camp in mid or late 80s. It's not as simple as time travel though, involves parallel realities, time loops and such (it's nor really that well explained in the VN unfortunatelly; feel free to play it yourself and try to understand what the hell is going on). This fanfic starts at the point where one of the pioneers, Shurik, went missing, and Semyon is looking for him, which led him to some old abandoned mines.

Guro in the mines

(Everlasting Summer, translation, massacre, consensual and non-consensual)

After another turn in the mines I finally saw Shurik. Suddenly my head was spinning, I leaned onto a slightly wet wall and threw up. Shurik was lying on his back, his arms and legs nailed to the rail sleepers, forming an X shape. His jawbone was teared off and laid close by, near a big and very weird hammer, a sledgehammer even. Everything was covered in blood. I tried to stand up, but failed, so I crawled along the rails towards Shurik. When I got to him, I realized his throat was cut. In a silly hope he’s still alive I reached to feel his pulse, but there was none and his wrist was cool. Not cold, just cool. Seems, he was alive just a while ago, but now his suffering is over. His murdered must be somewhere nearby. Weirdly I almost didn’t care.
Should probably get out to the surface and tell Olga Dmitrievna, she’ll call the police, the police will sort it all out, and I will finally see someone beside the inhabitants of this camp… But I didn’t have strength to stand up and get out of the mines.
Suddenly I heard quiet moaning and sobbing from round the corner. Wambling, I stood up, picked up the flashlight only to realize it was all slippery from Shurik’s blood. A thought crossed my mind that I should wipe it with something dark or red for the stain not to stand out. I untied my neckerchief and wiped the flashlight with it. Now I had a choice where to go: back or towards the sobbing. Somehow I didn’t care, all my feelings were numb. After standing in place for another half a minute I moved on towards the sobbing.
Round the corner, bent double under a wall, Alisa was crying. What is she doing here?
“A… Alisa…”, I spoke. “How did you get here? Have you seen Shurik?”
She didn’t reply, just kept sobbing. It seemed she haven’t even looked at me.
I got closer and saw blood dripping from her ears. She was covering her face with blood stained hands. I gently touched her shoulder, but she staggered back from my touch and crawled away very fast. To do so she had to get her hands away from her face and I realized her eyes were poked out. So she can’t see me and, apparently, can’t hear. But who could do it to Shurik and Alisa?
I followed Alisa, trying not to make noise. A few times she hit the walls on the turns, but kept crawling.
After a few long minutes once again I saw a silhouette of a person on the floor. That long light hair… Slavya. Only without an arm. Alisa crawled up to her, stumbled on her leg, felt her with her hands and started howling. I stepped closer to check if Slavya was still alive, but same as Shurik she didn’t have a pulse. I shone my flashlight further along the tunnel and saw some shapeless pile. Alisa kept howling on the same high tone. Suddenly the pile shivered. I got closer and seeing green hair peeking out realized it was Miku in a pile of some dark cloth. But why is the pile so big, wasn’t Miku a lot smaller? And why are there three hands sticking out of it? I tried to pick up one of the clothes and saw Electronik’s head. Separated form the body.
What the hell is going on here? What maniac mutilated and killed them all? What for? No, it’s definitely time to go to Olga Dmitrievna. I started walking towards the exit.
Again I walked past Slavya and howling Alisa. Good thing crawling Alisa left a noticeable trail, cause I didn’t remember the path and didn’t think of leaving marks. Walked past Shurik… now where? Left or right?
There was a flash of light from behind the right turn. I dashed to the left passage and froze, squeezing up against a wall.
Half a minute, one minute, five minutes… No one comes up.
I silently moved into the right passage. There light still shone from behind the corner and reflecting from the walls let me see a little, so I turned my flashlight off not to give myself away.
I expected to see anything round the corner, but not this. On a yellow and green striped rug were resting naked Lena and Ulyana, a flashlight lied on the floor beside them. Lena was… Lena was giving Ulyana a massage? In the middle of the night? In the mines? Not far away from a number of corpses and maimed Alisa? What is that superrealism? Have the world gone crazy or just me?
Ulyana was quietly moaning. I slowly slid down the wall and sat on the rail sleepers. I felt like my head was going to blow up.
I heard footsteps from where I came from. I didn’t know where to run anymore, so just kept sitting on the dusty sleepers. A beam of light appeared from round a corner and stopped on me. I had to close my eyes.
“Semyon?” I heard Olga Dmitrievna’s surprised voice. “Though it’s good you’re here. Get up and let’s go.”
“Olga Dmitrievna! I’ve found Shirik!”
“Indeed? Okay then”, she responded.
“He’s dead…”
“Yes, I know”, – her indifference was shocking.
“So is Slavya.”
“And Miku and Electronic.”
I still couldn’t open my eyes as the light was directed right at my face, so Olga Dmitrievna’s expressed remained a mystery for me.
“Have you called the police?”
“Of course”, she said slowly. “Of course not.”
I was startled.
“Girls”, she called softly. “Girls, come here!”
I could hear footsteps.
“Tie this exemplary pioneer’s hands, I have an idea how to use him. There, he has a neckerchief in his pocket.”
I tried to spring to my feet, but they kicked me down with my face against sleepers and twisted my arms. After half a minute my hands were tied and they pulled my up by my hair.
“Get up, Semyon”, I’ve heard Ulyana’s gentle voice. Somehow I stood up and could finally see Olga Dmitrievna. She was also naked and carried Slavya’s severed arm with a half protruding bone.
“Girls, I brought you a dildo”, the camp leader smiled, pointing at the bone. My limbs went cold, eyes went dark and I think I have lost consciousness.

When I regained senses and tried to look around through my eyelashes, I discovered I was no longer in the mines, but in Olga Dmitrievna’s cabin. The walls were stained with something dark, but the Anonymous and Fantômas posters were totally clear and lit up by a bright light of desk lamps directed right onto them. Twitching my hands and feet slightly I realized I was tied to the bedframe in nearly the same pose Shurik died. I’ve heard quiet smooch and slurp sounds from the floor. I tried looking at that direction, but couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t turn my head as if my hair was glued to the bed.
“Looks like our exemplary pioneer has woken up”, I’ve heard a voice from Olga Dmitrievna’s bed.
The smooching on the floor stopped. After half a minute Lena and Ulyana were staying above me, also without clothes.
“Semyon, are you not happy to see us?” Ulyana said.
I couldn’t speak a word.
“You must be wondering what’s going on”, Lena purred.
Then I could hear the door squeaking and Zhenya’s voice:
“Olga Dmitrievna, girls, I’m done”.
“Great, then I blow them up so that no one can disturb us”, – Olga Dmitrievna replied and after a few seconds I’ve heard a terrifying bang, then again and again… The girls quietly looked at each other and smiled.
“So”, Lena turned to me as if coming to senses. “Do you enjoy it in this camp?”
I blinked in confusion. What answer does she want to hear?
“Seems not”, Lena laughed. “And how is it for us?”
“Maybe we should move his bed to the middle of the room?” Ulyana suggested.
Only now I could see all four of them. I’ve already guessed that Zhenya is also naked.
The bed shifter and with a blunt sound moved away from the wall, ending up about where the carpet must have been.
Then suddenly Ulyana sat on my face, holding against the bed’s headboard with her hands.
“Since you don’t speak anyway, let your mouth do at least some common good”, she giggled.
I tried to breathe, it was hard with her ass pressing on my neck, but not impossible.
“Be useful”, Zhenya whispered and from what I could feel grabbed my dick with her nails. I produced a muffled moan and obediently began doing common good. Lena came up to Ulyana from the bed’s head side and started to gently lick and bite her nipples.
“It seems, girls, I’ll have to explain what happens to Semyon myself”, Olga Dmitrievna said. “You’re too high on emotions to distinctly tell the story”.
“Fine, I’m quite anyway”, Zhenya replied, and, as if to better illustrate her words, took my dick into her mouth. The overflowing sensations could made me suffocate even without my neck being pressed, but as soon as Ulyana produced a dissatisfied grumbling, Zhenya used her teeth, and I had to keep going for this torture to end.
“So”, Olga Dmitrievna said and paused to think. “Where should I start? As far as I can tell, you’re now in shock and have no idea what is going on”.
That’s not the word.
“And we were in that shock and terror hundreds of times before we started to gradually remember that it all has already happened before. You did things to us like those you’ve seen in the mines today hundreds of times, remember?”
I shook my head no as much as it was possible in my position. How can it be? I’ve never been here before and have no idea how I got here in the first place.
“Many times you’ve tortured and slaughtered the entire camp. You forced the girls to have sex in orgies, threatening to kill them, and then killed them anyway”, the camp leader continued.
I couldn’t do such a thing.
“You interrogated me, asked how I was able to contact your parents while slowly dissecting my abdomen and pulling my intestines out, and then hammered into girls’ heads they’re not real while pushing my insides down their throats.”
I felt nauseous again.
“In the end we started to remember it, and now we decided to try doing the same things you did to us by ourselves. We thought, maybe if we were in control of the situation, we’ll enjoy it better?”
Ulyana suddenly moaned:
“I’m… going to…”
Lena left her alone and stepped aside, Olga Dmitrievna took her place and clenched her hands on Ulyana’s throat.
“Come on, girl, look me in the eyes as long as you can.”
Ulyana twitched, crawling on my face, but after a couple of minutes went quiet. I felt something warm pouring into my mouth and down my chin.
“Let’s tie a neckerchief just to be sure”, Lena suggested.
“Go on”, Olga Dmitrievna agreed.
Lena came up and tied the neckerchief very tight on Ulyana’s neck. Olga Dmitrievna took her in her arms and carried to the corner.
“Why?” I moaned. “Why have you killed them all? Why have you crippled Alisa?”
“Don’t worry, Semyon, it have all been consensual”, the camp leader smiled. “And you didn’t ask for our consent when you did the same things to us.”
“Consensual?” I couldn’t believe.
“Consensual. Lena, will you show him?”
“Of course, Olga Dmitrievna. But maybe we should raise the bed vertically so that Semyon can see better?”
“Let’s do it”.
Zhenya let my dick out of her mouth and the bed was set up vertically. My feet could more or less fell the floor now, but my wrists were mercilessly strangled by the rope tied to the upper part of the bed.
Lena came up to me and rubbed her breasts against me.
“Someone is such a handsome and kind boy”, she purred. “Only got dirty a little wandering around the mines.”
A knife appeared in her hands.
“Don’t worry, let me make a warm shower for you, dear Semyon”, she smiled slyly and forcibly slit her throat open.
Blood sprayed onto me like a fountain, I never imagined there could be so much blood. I closed my eyes tight and tried to imagine I’ll now wake up in my bed under a familiar dusty chandelier, but thin tickly rivulets running down my shoulders, stomach and legs didn’t let me do that.
“No doubt, when you were surfing your boards with niggers, shit and gore, you didn’t close your eyes like that”, Zhenya burst into laughter. “Nor when you were vivisecting us.”
“In short, many times you have killed all of us, but always stayed alive yourself, and this endless circle goes on and on”, Olga Dmitrievna said. “Perhaps, if we kill you too, it will finally break. Right now everyone in the camp except for the three of us is already dead, and now it’s my turn.”
I opened my eyes wide. Those explosions… They killed everyone in the camp?
“Please, wait, Olga Dmitrievna, I want to drink some milk”, Zhenya said with a slight blush.
“Oh. All right then, we’re in no hurry right now. I’ll read a book for now”, the camp leader answered and, after carrying Lena’s corpse to the corner next to Ulyana, laid down on her bed.

Zhenya kneeled before me and started to lick Lena’s blood from my dick, then took it into her mouth again. To enjoy it at least a bit I tried to imagine with my eyes closed that it’s the prostitute I hired for fifteen hundreds for my twenty first birthday to lose virginity. When after a couple of minutes it started to work, my dick finally got hard and after some more minutes I came and opened my eyes. Zhenya gulped it down and licked her lips.
“Olga Dmitrievna, I’m done.”
“Then will you help me like we agreed?”
“Of course.”
The camp leader took Slavya’s bone I’ve already seen from under her pillow, but now the end of the bone was slightly sharpened.
“Olga Dmitrievna, what if the endless circle won’t break?” I whispered with my dry mouth. But I was heard.
“Well, then instead of the four of us, next time Electronic, Shurik, Alisa and Slavya will have fun.”
“Wh… what about Miku?”
“Miku have already had enough fun for half a lifetime”, Zhenya giggled.
Olga Dmitrievna came up to me and started to lubricate Slavya’s bone in half-clotted slippery blood.
“Zhenya, too much time has passed, the blood doesn’t lubricate it well. Can you spit on it?”
Zhenya nodded, stayed silent for a bit, apparently collecting saliva, and spat. The camp leader rubbed the saliva mixed with blood on the bone and sat down on it. The bone entered woman’s body for about a half of its length, and bumped against the floor with its blunt end.
“Zhenya, your turn. Just do it swiftly please”, Olga Dmitrievna said. Zhenya came up to her and swiftly put all of her body weight on the camp leader’s shoulders. The woman sat on the floor with a loud shriek, which cut off shortly. All of the bone disappeared inside her. I have involuntarily closed my eyes again.
“So, Semyon? Now you”, Zhenya said simply. “How do you want to die?”
“I don’t want to die at all”, I murmured dully.
“There is no such an option. But you can choose a death method among what is now available.”
“And Alisa? Alisa must be still alive”, I suddenly remembered, hoping to distract Zhenya from myself and run away.
“I’ve already killed Alisa while we were carrying you here.”
Tears poured down my eyes. Alisa, not able to see or hear anything, running in panic from my touch, scared and disoriented… Somehow I wasn’t so very sorry for anyone else as I was for her. Perhaps, because they were either already dead or didn’t look so helpless?
“Then… Can I have some time to think?”
“You can. But not too much, an hour or two, no longer”, Zhenya replied and lied down on Olga Dmitrievna’s bed with a book.
I buried in thoughts. While I was tied up like that, there’s no way I could escape, I can’t even turn my head.
“By the way, why can’t I turn my head?” I asked Zhenya.
“Because your hair is glued to the matrass with condensed mild”, she laughed. “It was Ulyana’s idea”.
Sounds like Ulyana all right.
“Will you die too?”
“Yes, of course. After I kill you”.
“And how are you going to die yourself?”
“I’ll jump from a precipice. There is one behind the forest, it’s about thirty or forty meters high. And on the bottom are sharp stones.”
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“Not really. You’ve already threw me off it.”
“I don’t remember anything like that and have no idea how I could do such a thing.”
“You could, believe me. You come here every week, and we never know what to expect from you this time. It’s fifty-fifty: perhaps you’ll be a shy idiot, secretly striving for one of us, or perhaps you’ll be a sadistic maniac and go for blood bath mixed with orgy and interrogation. A few months ago some of us began to remember that something like that have already happened to us. After a couple of weeks we united and tried to put the puzzle together to understand if there is a way to escape this vicious circle, and now we’re performing our first experiment. Have you already decided what kind of death you prefer on this time of day?”
“Not yet. Something fast and painless, I guess.”
“And some of us have already became masochists under your influence”, Zhenya laughed. “Wanna jump with me?”
“Not really. Height makes me dizzy.”
“I love height. Should I hand you? Drown? Cut? Break your neck?”
“You can break my neck?”
“I’ve already trained on other pioneers today, while setting up the charges in the cabins. Some of them saw me, so I had to kill them manually.”
“I see. And Shurik, was it Lena who cut his throat?” I suddenly remembered.
“Yeah, she loves bloody visual effects. I can stab you in the heard by the way.”
“You can, I don’t really care as long as there’s no torture”, I replied. Somehow I didn’t want to run away, didn’t even want to live. I felt some weird emptiness.
“Ah, I remembered! There should be something for narcosis in the infirmary, if you’re afraid of pain, that’s just the right thing. Want it?”
“Yes, please.”
She ran away and returned after a few minutes with a white cloth and dark glass medicine bottle. Zhenya opened the bottle and a weird sweet scent started spreading in the cabin. She poured some of the liquid on the cloth and pushed it against my mouth and nose.
“Breathe in.”
I tried to breathe in. The fumes felt strangely cold inside my nose and throat. In a few minutes I won’t be anymore, that’s so weird. No, I’ve thought of a suicide many times, but never death was so close and real.
“Wait, I breathe in too much fumes instead of you”, Zhenya said. “I guess, I should put the cloth in a bag so that only you breathe it in, or I might fall asleep and become unable to kill you.”
She searched in the camp leader’s cabinet and found a bag, put the cloth into it, added some more of the liquid form the bottle and pushed the open end of the bag against my mouth.
“Breathe deeper.”
I breathed. It seemed like I breathed and breathed, but narcosis never started working. At some point I suddenly felt very light and it seemed like this moment will last forever… orever… rever… ever… ver… er… r…

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So what do you think? Does it worth rewriting it with proper details? Adding missing scenes of Slaya's, Miku's, Alisa's deaths (also Alisa getting crippled)?
Or perhaps writing a sequel where the guys, Slavya and Alisa will have their turn of fun?
Or should I write something of my own instead?