Vladislav

The office, a slightly rotten silence. A black gel pen quietly scribbles across a sheet of paper with another report for the marshal. Vlad, sitting at his desk, rubs his tired eyes. Yes, the work these past few months has been quite monotonous and boring. Formations, reports, combat training. Everything has started spinning like a spindle.

Looking up, the husky yawned, put down his pen, and began rubbing his eyes with his paws. Leaning back in his chair, he grabbed his muzzle and exhaled. His paws, like ropes, fell to the armrests of the chair. But the creak of the door made him look down.

in: come in if anyone is there

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Be whoever you want, just write about it, please. I hope you like it. Have a great video ❤

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