Character: Michael Domesek

In our environment, the commander was also killed with a bag of pea puree. Dropped from a plane, on the spot.

Virtue, like a crow, nests among the ruins.

I was feeling down. Didn't want anything to do, and nothing pleased, even coming March, the onset, the battle to which he was so eager.
- What, Lieutenant, are you thinking of? - called his gunner.
- Yes. Terribly bad, Misha, - has complained Sasha.
- Cheer up, Lieutenant, will be even worse.