....It's too quiet this eve in the Russian corner. The faces of officers are fatigued and strained. They all seem to be looking inside, trying to find the answers to the questions never posed....
Finally a young tall colonel in white uniform with light crimson collar stands up. A glass of vodka in his hand. A spark of madness in his eyes. "Za Rodinu, Gospoda!" Splinters of the empty glass splash of the floor. He puts on his gilded cuirass, takes his long sword. "I'll see you in Paris, Gentlemen!". A nod of his head in the high helmet. A loud sound of his steps.....
It's far too quiet in the Russian corner this eve.....
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<center><b>Eyo Imperatorskogo Velichestva Leib-Kirassirskogo polku
Polkovnik Anton Kosyanenko</b></center>
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