Imperial Capital City, Berun, Unified Year 1925

"What gunshot?" Visha asked quizzingly.

"Huh? What do you mean!?" Tanya replied panicked, slightly panting.

Tanya lifted herself off of Visha and began to look around frantically. "They were right here! I saw them I-" Tanya was cut off.

"Major are you sure what you saw was real?" Visha asked concerned.

"Of course I am! I'm not insane!" Tanya shouted.

"That's not what I mean! I just meant that after all you've been through I'm sure that-"

"Don't say it!"

"Major!"

"I know what you're going to say so don't say it!"

Visha stood there for a moment before finally relenting. There's a better time for this, not in public She thought to herself.

Visha began to lift the table and chairs that Tanya had knocked over and did her best to clean up while Tanya calmed down.

When she finished both of them sat and proceeded to wait for their orders to arrive. Tanya buried her face in her hands and stopped speaking, likely an attempt to not show her embarrassment. While Visha simply sat back and waited for their food.

The waiter who came out was a tall, handsome man, with large blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Visha was sure she recognised him from somewhere but couldn't pinpoint it.

As Visha remained captivated by the man Tanya dug her face out of her hands and turned to the side as if something had caught her interest.

Visha quickly woke herself from the spell and gave the waiter a thank you before finally digging into her food. She tried to pry her eyes away from looking at the man but couldn't help it.

"You look in love."

Visha spun her eyes back around to look at Tanya who was smirking at her flustered face.

"Well I suppose you are about that age." Tanya said.

"You sound like you're forty." Visha jested, trying to wipe the embarrassment from her face.

"Well technically… I mean nevermind."

Visha simply stared at her before shrugging it off and digging back into her food. "I think I know him, but I can't remember where from."

"Talk to him then."

Visha's face shot up as red as a tomato. "I-I can't do that! What if I'm mistaken!?" She squealed.

"Then you were mistaken?" Tanya said, puzzled.

"But what am I meant to say!?" Visha replied.

"If that happens then just say 'sorry I thought you were someone else' and then come back here." She instructed.

Visha contemplated for a moment. "Okay, I'll ask him when he comes back."

They continued to eat but something started to eat away at Tanya. This coffee… Somethings wrong with it. Something's definitely wrong with it!

"Did?" Visha noticed Tanya suddenly seemed very angry. "Did they?" Visha watched as it looked like Tanya was about to explode with anger. "Did they put sugar in this!?" Tanya shouted furiously.

Visha smiled meekly as Tanya went on a rant about how coffee with sugar was an abomination and the person who made it must be trying to kill her with how sweet it was.

The waiter that Visha had seen earlier heard her and began walking over.

"Is something wrong with your meal?" The pretty waiter asked.

"Who made this coffee?"

"That would be the barista, would you like me to bring them over?"

Tanya gave the most hateful, spine-chilling glare over to where the barista was standing. Visha wasn't even in Tanya's line of sight and she got a shiver.

"No, just tell them kindly that if I ever get served something like this again I will have them shot." She said bitterly.

The waiter stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. Tanya looked back over at the man and spoke apologetically. "Sorry, it's been a bad day. Could I get this with no sugar please?"

The waiter took a second to register what was being asked before finally taking her cup and leaving. "Yeah sure no problem, sorry for the trouble."

Visha sat there looking at Tanya like a sad puppy. Tanya then apologized and they both went back to eating.

The waiter finally came back over with Tanya's coffee. "Here you are ma'am."

"Thank you, sorry again." Tanya replied.

"It's fine we're quite used to things like this happening." The waiter laughed.

"Um excuse me?" Visha sat up. "Do I happen to know you from somewhere? I'm sure I recognise your face."

The man thought quietly then snapped his fingers. "Viktoriya right? Yeah we used to go to school together!"

"Oh yeah! Hans correct? Oh I haven't seen you in forever how have you been?"

Russy Labour Camp, Sildberia, Unified Year 1925

Kozna glanced at his watch again as he watched the party member admire the camp. At 11.45am a party member by the name Levirinty Loria will come to inspect Varkuta Corrective Camp. Be sure not to let him see your children, he has a reputation.

"So this is Mr Big Man Loria eh?" Kozna said to himself. He had hidden his kids already.

Technically children weren't allowed in the camp, and they would be sent somewhere else, but luckily some of the guards had some morality and turned a blind eye. But from what he had heard, if a child is seen during a party inspection, they were never seen again, likely killed.

This, Loria was a main inspector, even though it wasn't his job at all. Some think he just likes to admire his handiwork, since he was the reason most people were put here.

Kozna began to read the next letter he had received that was to be read at 11.50am. He opened it up and it read. In three weeks after the inspection the camp will be destroyed, with everyone inside it. You and your family need to escape before then. Go to the Empire, it should be safe there.. Best Regards Mr. Z.

General HQ, Berun, Unified Year 1925

Zettour smiled as he read the letter that had been sent to him by Volkenhyne. The meeting with General Wirsch had gone well, and was on board.

Normally, General HQ would be allowed to pick their own staff and High Command would have nothing to do with it, but now they have apparently lost faith. Due to the amount of gambles and risks the General Staff have taken, our trust in them has faltered. For now, the General Staff will have to put all important decisions including staffing of important roles through a vote with high command. This is only temporary, until we can be sure to place our trust back into General HQ.

That was all crap Zettour thought quietly to himself. I mean yes, we took a lot of risks and gambles, but it all worked in the end so I don't see why they're complaining. The Fatherland is still standing because of us and what we did

Zettour puffed on his cigar that his friend Rudersdorf had bought for him as a birthday gift. Speaking of birthdays, Rerugen's is soon too isn't it? I'll need to remember to buy them cigarettes he likes.

Anyway time for work Zettour cracked his knuckles, picked up his pen, and began to write. Dear Mr. Z.

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