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Vladi
Vladi was lying in bed nursing an awful hangover when someone knocked on the door of his quarters in the Karlshorst barracks. He glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Ten a.m. May the person who dared to wake him at this ungodly hour rot in eternal purgatory.
“Come in,” he growled, heaving himself up from the bed.
It was Colonel Ulyanin’s personal aide. Since it wouldn’t do Vladi any favors to be disgruntled about being woken up or ask the aide about the reason for this unexpected visit, he curbed his anger and managed to say in a civil tone, “How can I help you?”
“The colonel is expecting you in his office.”
Vladi groaned inwardly. He’d had the intention of making himself scarce at the SMAD headquarters until General Sokolov came down from his rampaging foul mood. “
