QueenShadowDemon

один: Katyusha          You shiver against the cold wind that is blowing against you and up your skirt.  Despite the thick woolen leggings and your high leather boots, nothing can compare to the Russian winter, even if it's only just beginning.  Even so, you continue to stare straight ahead, keeping your back straight and your head up, awaiting further orders.  The weight of the rifle strapped to your back is beginning to make your shoulder ache.        All around you are other men, and a few women, in uniform, standing in the middle of the town's square.  You are part of a military regiment that is about to be depl