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Vladi
As usual, General Sokolov was livid. He’d called for a meeting in the SMAD headquarters and stood at the head of the table droning on with vicious accusations against the Americans.
“This is unacceptable.” Sokolov yelled, before taking a pregnant pause.
Vladi involuntarily sat straighter and perked up his ears. Everything the Americans, and especially Sokolov’s nemesis, General Harris, said or did was unacceptable to begin with, so he wondered what it was this time.
Looking at Sokolov it must be something extreme, because his face was redder than usual and even from his place at the other end of the table, Vladi noticed the pulsating vein on the general’s temple.
“My medicine,” Sokolov hissed angrily at his secretary, trying to hide how much his ulcers troubled him. If the u
