If they were just two forest rangers in Siberia who were isolated from the world, he could have allowed himself to be at the mercy of his emotions; but unfortunately, their status made it impossible for every step they took to escape the judgment of the world - such a stain should never be tolerated on the resume of Soviet professional soldiers. They have chosen this path, and even if it is full of thorns, they have to grit their teeth and finish it; they have to make some choices that leave regrets, but some things can only be hidden in the years, stopped on the lips and teeth, and forgotten in the world.
The iceberg-cold lieutenant colonel's staff and the spring-breathing military academy leader were once each other's closest and most respected friends, but they crossed paths by accident. Frunze, Nomonkan, Moscow and Leningrad, their fates fluctuated during the bloody and brutal purges and the magnificent Patriotic War. Silence, support, perseverance and giving up, the birch branches are covered with silver frost, and the golden woods are silent.
The filled-in parts of a pit that won't flatten are picked out individually and retain their original appearance. They are fragments. In fact, these two beauties were the real motivation for opening that pit, so after the beauties' line was finished, the pit was abandoned...
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