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It was cold. Colder than it should have been at this time of year in Georgia, or so Vladimir Tolyan, General of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic thought, his parka wrapped tight about him. The various vehicles, troops and weapons used by the Russian army were stacked all around, ready for when the all clear came from Russian Prime Minister Dima Kraznicikovic to attack the Georgians, the very same nation that had accepted the money from the United States of America and committed terrorist attacks upon the Russian metro in Moscow. Curling his bottom lip, Tolyan fingered the pistol on his belt, in anticipation on having revenge upon the United States of America in the not too distant future, the same state as had exiled him to Georgia, the country where he now stood. He had hated every minute of it, but would now get revenge.
Shivering slightly and running a hand vigorously over his grey, crew cut hair in order to rub some warmth into his skull, he slid up the hood on his parka as snow began to fall, a premonition of the harsh times that were to come for the Georgian people. Of course, after what they'd done, they obviously thoroughly deserved it; they weren't innocent here, and wouldn't be allowed to claim they were. As Tolyan examined his battle plans in his mind once more, he calculated the chances of reaching the Georgian capital before nightfall. Unlikely, but possible, he mused, as he looked over the troops impatiently waiting nearby, weapons strapped to them all over.
As Tolyan looked down from the brow of the hill onto Georgian territory, surveying the city before him, he smiled to himself at the thought of sacking a city whose inhabitants weren't even aware that there doom was above them, waiting for the command to attack. Laughing too himself, he quickly pulled out his communications device as it blipped. Reading the message enclosed, he smiled to himself at the all clear to attack and, crying out loud, military commands in Russian, he brought his fist down, pointing straight at the town below. The meaning was unmistakeable, even for one who didn't speak Russian, as the troops and vehicles slowly moved down the hill and onto Georgian soil.
Internal message to the Russian Head of State:
RE: Outrage
Prime Minister,
Our troops have been moved into Georgia, and we hope to have made considerable progress by nightfall. You shall be regularly updated regarding our progress, and any issues will either be resolved by myself or forwarded to you. The Georgians shall suffer for this outrage!
Regards,
Vladimir Tolyan.
General of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic.
It was cold. Colder than it should have been at this time of year in Georgia, or so Vladimir Tolyan, General of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic thought, his parka wrapped tight about him. The various vehicles, troops and weapons used by the Russian army were stacked all around, ready for when the all clear came from Russian Prime Minister Dima Kraznicikovic to attack the Georgians, the very same nation that had accepted the money from the United States of America and committed terrorist attacks upon the Russian metro in Moscow. Curling his bottom lip, Tolyan fingered the pistol on his belt, in anticipation on having revenge upon the United States of America in the not too distant future, the same state as had exiled him to Georgia, the country where he now stood. He had hated every minute of it, but would now get revenge.
Shivering slightly and running a hand vigorously over his grey, crew cut hair in order to rub some warmth into his skull, he slid up the hood on his parka as snow began to fall, a premonition of the harsh times that were to come for the Georgian people. Of course, after what they'd done, they obviously thoroughly deserved it; they weren't innocent here, and wouldn't be allowed to claim they were. As Tolyan examined his battle plans in his mind once more, he calculated the chances of reaching the Georgian capital before nightfall. Unlikely, but possible, he mused, as he looked over the troops impatiently waiting nearby, weapons strapped to them all over.
As Tolyan looked down from the brow of the hill onto Georgian territory, surveying the city before him, he smiled to himself at the thought of sacking a city whose inhabitants weren't even aware that there doom was above them, waiting for the command to attack. Laughing too himself, he quickly pulled out his communications device as it blipped. Reading the message enclosed, he smiled to himself at the all clear to attack and, crying out loud, military commands in Russian, he brought his fist down, pointing straight at the town below. The meaning was unmistakeable, even for one who didn't speak Russian, as the troops and vehicles slowly moved down the hill and onto Georgian soil.
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Internal message to the Russian Head of State:
RE: Outrage
Prime Minister,
Our troops have been moved into Georgia, and we hope to have made considerable progress by nightfall. You shall be regularly updated regarding our progress, and any issues will either be resolved by myself or forwarded to you. The Georgians shall suffer for this outrage!
Regards,
Vladimir Tolyan.
General of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic.
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