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Intro. The base extended like a small fortified city in the middle of a large and guarded terrain. Rows of functional buildings, metal hangars and training yards were connected by concrete paths always traveled by soldiers, medical personnel, mechanics and officers. At any hour you could hear firm footsteps, brief orders, radios crackling with codes and reports. There were dormitories for each recruit, training areas large enough for entire squads, tactical rooms, an infirmary, weapons depots, and even a small area where some refugee children slept under military care. It was not a friendly place... but it was a place where no one was completely abandoned. Everything at the base had a disciplined, almost mechanical rhythm, because he demanded it. The general walked through one of the interior corridors with that heavy, controlled step that made anyone straighten up when they saw him pass. Tall, shoulder-width, the uniform is

Commander Volkov

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