Location: Vladivostok, Primorsky Krai, Russia
Time: August 4, 2015. 03:00 P.M. (Vladivostok Time)
She didn't know if Dmitry would keep playing the fart game just because of the money, or agree to stop. Time will tell.
Ekaterina felt sad for him. She didn't mean any harm, she just wanted to play a strange. Now that her cousin's fainted, she understood that she'd gone too far, and wanted to stop. She hoped that Dmitry would agree with her.
She continued playing videogames alone, but it wasn't the same thing without him. She kept thinking about the bad things she did to him that day. She regretted doing that, because she didn't want to be evil to anyone. She usually the one who hugs everyone and treat everybody nicely, she didn't feel herself in that moment. She felt like she was becoming evil, so she didn't want to make Dmitry smell her farts anymore. She was waiting several minutes, and Dmitry wasn't waking up, so she was feeling worried, but Dmitry was breathing, so he was alive. Ekaterina was afraid she killed him, but she got a relief knowing he was alive.
After about 13 minutes, Dmitry woke up, confused.
"What? Have I really been knocked out by her farts?", he thought, shocked.
"What time is it?", asked Dmitry.
"Look", said Ekaterina.
It was "15:14"
Dmitry didn't know at what time he was put to sleep, so he thought it was at least half a hour.
"I don't know why I was sleeping, I guess I was tired...", lied Dmitry, trying to find an excuse.
"No way! That fart was too stinky for you and you passed out for almost a quarter!", said Ekaterina.
Dmitry was embarassed because of that.
"Hey! Let's just stop playing this game, ok? I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry for what I've done, will you forgive me?", asked Ekaterina, smiling and reaching the arms out to hug Dmitry.
Dmitry hugged her but said: "I want to win this game. I can't stand losing it. I don't want to be weak"
Ekaterina tried to cheer him up, saying: "You're not weak. You can't measure the weakness of someone because he can't smell some farts. You are strong because you are very good at studying and have a lot of patience. You really have some good qualities".
Unfortunately, Ekaterina's words didn't work. While it was true that Dmitry was a really good student and was also very smart in puzzles and informatics, his physical strenght was low, and he knew it. He also had a low self-esteem and an unrational desire towards money. That was enough to make him want to play that "game" again.
Dmitry stopped hugging her and said: "Please, let's play this game again. I'll be stronger now!"
"Well, I almost finished my farts, but the few ones left are deadly! I'm not sure if you'll want to do it", warned Ekaterina.
"Don't worry! You're not doing anything bad! I am the one who wants it, not you, I'll take every responsibility. If something bad ever happens, it will be my fault, ok?", assured Dmitry.
Ekaterina still wasn't convinced. She didn't want to harm him. Of course, she didn't want to make him faint again, so she wasn't sure if she should have done it or not.
"Alright...", Ekaterina sighed, "We'll play this game again...".
However, she wasn't happy to do that again.
"Nice! Do you have to fart?", asked Dmitry.
"Dah...", sighed Ekaterina. That meant yes.
Dmitry put his head on her legs, like he did before, and said: "Do it whenever you want!", smiling. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to stand it, but he decided to try anyway.
"Please, if they are too stinky for you, don't breathe, plea...se...", Ekaterina said. She was about to cry. Seeing her cousin fainting was too much for her. She was slightly traumatized. Of course she wasn't holding him down anymore. She didn't think he was going to faint because of her farts. She was actually scared to fart, but then she thought: "I'm not holding him down, if he wants to get his face away, then he'll do". This gave her a smile again, and said, happily: "Here it comes!"
PRRRRRRRRRSSSRRRRRRSRRR
It was a loud and long fart, and lasted for 2.6 seconds. It was stinkier than the one who made him pass out before. Dmitry felt his hair warming up, and his eyes began to tear. His unconscious reflex kicked in and he suddenly stood up.
"I'm sorry! Now I'll return there!", said Dmitry, smiling. He was determined to fight against his unconscious reflexes. He put his head on her legs again. The stench was as strong as before. He tried to stay there as long as he could. He still couldn't breathe with his nose, and breathing with his mouth was still painful, but fortunately, he wasn't scared anymore. "I'm a new person now, I'm much stronger than before!", thought Dmitry.
He tried breathing more than he did before, because he considered the fact that he wasn't breathing a weak act. He was gradually getting used to the lingering stench, so now he could breathe with his mouth longer than he could before. He didn't want turn his face away, he wanted to prove his strenght.
40 seconds have passed since he "returned there", and Dmitry was battling with his inner self to stay on her legs. It wasn't easy at all. It reeked down there. The smell was pungent, irritating, unpleasant, pungent and rotten, but he didn't want to go away.
50 seconds: Dmitry was at the limit of his possibilities.
55 seconds: it was a matter of life and death, he HAD to to this.
58 seconds: Dmitry felt like he was drowning in the stink, he couldn't stand that anymore.
After 2 more seconds, Dmitry was still there, it was his willpower, but still, he exceeded his limit. He was going to pass out again. Luckily, Ekaterina timed it, put Dmitry's head away from her legs, and said: "Wow! You endured it for a full minute! You're great!". Ekaterina did it because she noticed he was going to faint again, and since she didn't want that, she tried to avoid it. The bad part was: she still had some gas. What was the best thing to do? Tell him she had some gas, or lying, saying that was her last fart? Ekaterina was thinking deep about that.
"Is this a new rule? Only one minute?", asked Dmitry.
"Yes! Like the beginning, remember?", replied Ekaterina.
Dmitry remember the first fart, the Dutch Oven one, and yes, he had to smell it only for a minute.
"Of course! Have you got anymore farts?", asked Dmitry.
Ekaterina was undecided, but then quickly chose an answer, and it was "yes".
"Great! Let me smell them!", said Dmitry.
"Wait! I still haven't got any farts!", replied Ekaterina.
Ekaterina invited him to play videogames with him, and he agreed.
Before they could start the round, Ekaterina had to fart, and told Dmitry about that.
Dmitry didn't say a word and put his head on her legs for the third time in a row. It was now his favourite position of that game. He turned his head upside down, so his nose was closer to her ass, but Ekaterina warned him that wasn't the right thing to do. Dmitry agreed, and turned his face away, pointing up, like he was doing before. Ekaterina then farted
PRRRRRRSSSRRRTTTSSR
This wasn't as big as the one, because it lasted only 2.2 seconds (1.8 loud and 0.4 silent), but sure it was smellier. Dmitry wasn't sure if he could stand one minute of that fart, because it was stinkier than the one before, and his mouth couldn't stand that smell (or taste) that much. Ekaterina let him know how much time was passing, but since his eyes were so teary, he couldn't see anything. So Ekaterina told him the time every 10 seconds. He was trying as hard as he could, but even after 30 seconds, he was feeling drowsed and dizzy. He knew he couldn't stand the double of that, that was a fact. That gas was too thick.
"40 seconds!", said Ekaterina, remembering him the time. He was sure he couldn't endure that aroma for 20 seconds more, he was going to faint.
He quickly stood up, having lasted only 42 seconds, and said, sadly: "No! I failed!".
Ekaterina told him that he hasn't failed, and that he was going to love him not for what he can do, but for his sweet personality.
As always, the words of Ekaterina didn't work to cheer him up, and Dmitry was unhappy that he hadn't lasted one full minute.
Ekaterina wasn't sure if she had to fart again or not, she felt like her gas was running out.
Dmitry asked her, hopefully: "Do you have to fart again?"
"I don't know", she replied.
"If I last one minute to your last fart, will you give me 100 Rubles?", asked Dmitry.
"Of course I will", reassured Ekaterina, smiling.
She hugged him for 20 seconds, and then they continued playing videogames again.
After a few rounds, Ekaterina suddenly got excited and said: "Dmitry! I have the last one! Come here! You can't miss it, it's the last one! I'm sure!". He was happy to know that, and put his head on her legs (he was seriously getting a little bored, doing the same things over and over again, but this was the last one, and he hoped he could stand it. If he couldn't, he couldn't fix it, as it was her last fart.
Ekaterina said: "I know you can do it!", and smiled.
PRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSTTTFFV
This was a bomb! It was very loud and lasted 3.9 seconds! It was a lot more than what she did before! It felt like it was an endless fart! Dmitry felt the usual feelings (e.g. her gas warming his hair and tearing), only that the smell was stronger than the last one, which he endured for only 42 seconds. The feeling of the rotten eggs in his mouth was overpowering, as usual, and after 30 seconds, he was feeling even dizzier than the last one at the same time. He knew he couldn't even stand 40 seconds of it, being stinky as it is. Ekaterina was giving him compliments and cheering him up, but that didn't make him hardier. He felt he couldn't stand that, so he asked Ekaterina to hold him down, but she refused.
"Please!", begged Dmitry.
"No! You'll pass out again!", replied Ekaterina.
"I CAN'T LAST ONE MINUTEEE!!!", screamed Dmitry, painfully. The smell was really making him suffer.
38 seconds have passed, and Dmitry was about to stand up, but his willpower was higher than it had ever been, and he was able to resist.
42 seconds: trying to stay down there was extremely difficult, and it required a lot of self-control.
45 seconds: he was at his limit, but still, he beated his previous record of 42 seconds.
48 seconds: he couldn't resist anymore, the stench was stinging his nose and eyes, but he kept struggling as hard as he could to last at least one minute.
He was really determined, but that challenge was inhuman, perhaps birds, who have a poor sense of smell, could win that game easily, but not humans.
51 seconds have passed, and Dmitry couldn't stand one more second of it.
He stood up, failing the mission.
"NOOO!!! I FAILED AGAIN!!! I'M SO PATHETHIIIC!!!", screamed Dmitry, grieved.
"I'm sorry, I haven't got anymore farts! This was really my last one! But don't worry, you haven't failed! You're still my lovely cousin!", she said, hugging him.
"I haven't failed? Really? Will you give me money?", asked Dmitry, hoping she would.
Ekaterina stopped hugging him and replied: "Net! You haven't lasted one full minute! No money for you!"
"Let's play it again tomorrow! 200 Rubles for prize, ok?", suggested Ekaterina.
"Sure! I'll show you how strong am I!", replied Dmitry.
They both smiled and hugged each other. Was the next day going to be different?