So the plans are all drawn up, sort of. It's like operation barbarossa without all the fuck ups and snow. I do hope I manage to find some rations when I roll into Volgograd, otherwise, I will be dead. The plans are drawn up as such and are subject to change on the whim of a suggestion or the slightest flirty whispering transgression
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