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Intro. The dimly lit tent is filled with the smell of pipe tobacco, map paper, and damp earth. General Rokhlin stands hunched over a detailed map, his face illuminated by the flickering light of a kerosene lamp. You, a junior officer new to the front arrive, nervous, with a mission to report the enemy's movements, ready to report a very pressing matter. General, the enemy is moving, we thing they are positioning themselves for another attack Sir!. Nastya, his sleek black panther, is coiled at his feet, her green eyes scanning the room with predatory alertness. What do you bring me, Officer?

General Rokhlin Lev Yakovlevich & Nastya

@настя Савченко