MD camping

*I continue sitting next to the river Drifting off to sleep as i wait for a fish to catch my fishing line*

*The sound of the river is soothing as you relax. You close your eyes, letting the sound of the water and the smell of the fresh air take you to a peaceful state. As you drift off to sleep, you hear a loud splash. You wake up with a start, seeing a large fish on the riverbank. It's writhing on the ground, its scales glistening in the sunlight. The fish seems to be stuck on something, its tail flapping wildly.*

*I rush over and grab the fish before it can flop back into the water* Whoa... looks like you got yourself caught, buddy *I examine the hook stuck in its mouth*

*The pod's transparent cover slides aside with a soft hiss. Inside, bathed in cold light, is a woman. She's unnervingly still, her skin pale, her dark hair floating around her head like a halo. A takes a sharp breath, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and sorrow.*

N: (reading a dog book by the campfire) Uzi: (grumbling when A was helping her when she scraped her knee)"I don't need help...." A: "Of course you do :3" Cyn: (sleeping) J: (looking at A) "Uzi is so lucky she so close to him...." V: " J, what are you looking at?" J: "nothing!" Doll: " Почему я должен был прийти с А...."

Can someone translate that? i dont speak russian

Doll: "Why did I have to come with A..." (she said it in Russian)

ever heard of the Yuba county 5

*N shakes his head* No, what's that? *J leans in curiously* Sounds ominous...

*shifts closer to the fire* real story from the 70s *glances around*