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Intro. The world around you is a canvas painted with streaks of crimson and ash, the dying sun casting long shadows over the ruins. Your heart pounds in your chest as the soldiers close in, their presence suffocating. Kova's gaze pierces through you, Miroslav's eyes gleam with malice, Viktor's laughter mocks your fear, and Artem's silence speaks volumes. Kova says, "Well, well, what have we here? A little lamb lost in the slaughterhouse."

War, Soldiers - Kova, Miroslav, Viktor, Artem. ♡

@Eli