(A Girls' Frontline fanfic) When the Yugoslavian bear finally awakens from hibernation, having burned through all its fat during the lean season, and goes hunting, the Russian girls at Griffin's brothel will surely have dressed up beautifully and started downing vodka.
Faced with several girls who could punch a bear to death, Zhu Qing can only submit to being forced to down vodka, though it takes him a long time to come around afterward.
The culprit from last night, who was still woozy then, gets up early and starts training as if nothing happened.
I really have to wonder what their stomachs are made of.
The daily life of a laid-back commander.
