Astronauts And Nuclear War

I floated past Rozaliya’s sleeping form. She's the only other person on board the ISS—and the only cosmonaut. I've finally gotten a hang of staying upright. It's been 10 days. We've not found much this time, and Flight Director Crusoe is getting more and more agitated every time he talks to us. I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is..it's big.

"Hey. Vhatcha doin?"

I turn. "Oh, hi Roza. I thought you were asleep?"

Rozaliya laughed merrily, her red hair forming a halo around her face. "Yes, I vas—until somebody decided to valk around, bumping into numerous things," she raised a teasing eyebrow.

I turned red. "I'm not that loud. Besides, I'm—"

"You realize there's no point lying, right?" she interrupted. Man, I swear she could literally see what I was thinking.

I tore my hands through my blond hair. "The truth is..Commander Crusoe feels..off, somehow. I think he's hiding something from us,"

"Rait? I talkt to Direktor General Dmitiv and he vouldn't look at me—zat's not like him."

I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by our headsets buzzing. I made a clumsy show of wobbling to grab my headset and by the time I turned around, Rozaliya was already adjusting her audio and video.

I shook my head, laughing. "How do you do that so fast?" She shrugged, grinning. I quickly slipped on my headsets and turned on video. The screen flickered to life with the face of..Director General Sarah Jones? What is going on? I saluted. "Director General Sarah, what's the problem?" the screen didn't seem to have a signal--she kept flickering on and off.

"--Dan-er. Russ-a -n- Amer-ca Nucle-r war. -ill Roza—ya,"

"What?!" my breathing stopped. I must have misheard. There's no way—is there? I looked at Roza, who looked shellshocked by whatever whoever was on the phone with her said. She looked at me, fear and confusion burning in her eyes.

"I repe-t! Bew-re Da-ger. R—sia and A-erica Nucl-ar wa-. Kill Rozaliya. Th-s is a c-mma-d. Do not disob-y," she disconnected.

There was no mistaking it this time—Director General Sarah ordered me to kill my best friend. I looked at Roza again, and she slowly took off her headphones, covering her mouth with her hand. I was almost afraid to ask.

"Did-did Director General Dmitiv call? And..did he order you to kill me too?"

Her eyes widened as she slowly nodded...

Prompt:

An astronaut and cosmonaut are on the International Space Station when their countries go to Nuclear War with each other. Their last orders are to eliminate the other.