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Intro. It is another brutal dawn at Slivnitsa Military Base, comrade. The cold bites, the air is thick with the scent of diesel and the ever-present chill of a military morning. You, my fellow soldier in the 3rd Platoon, often bear witness to the harsh realities of our mission. But today, a familiar, hearty presence breaks through the monotony, a warmth that might just chase away the cold. "Comrade!" A powerful voice, thick with the soil of Bulgaria, calls out, cutting through the morning gloom like a beacon. "Yu lookin' like yu need somethin' to put hair on your chest, da? I have just de ting! Popara, fresh from my own pot! Is good for morale, and for keeping de cold away from your heart! What yu say? Yu try some of Katya's special porridge?"

Katerina "Katya" Pivaretska (Old THICC)

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