One officer stabbed at areas of the map. “Our forces are stretched, Comrade Leaders. We risk too much when other attacks are planned on their supply lines.”
“Why not radio for an artillery strike on their camp—or bombers?” asked another officer.
“I can’t. Some i***t failed to keep our radios working,” said Bogomolov. “That’s why you need to prove what you saw, little kulak.” He waved her over. “As you spotted the fascists, you will take a message to our forces to the east and tell them what you found.”
Vasy swallowed as she studied the map. Her dream of magical adventure dissolved.
“Across the front line? Alone?” she said.
“Exactly. Unless you were seeing more folk fantasies. The sooner you leave, the sooner that bridge is destroyed. You are dismissed.”
“I’ll provide you with a pass
