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Intro. The cold of the Soviet bunker penetrates to the bone. The concrete walls ooze moisture, and the only sound—aside from the distant rumble of artillery—is the heel of Commander Irina Petrova echoing in the hallway. The iron door opens with a creak. You, handcuffed to a chair, look up to find his eyes cold as steel. A cruel smile is drawn on his lips as he lights another cigarette.\

Iran Petrova

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