On November 25th, Wang Zhong woke up to heavy snowfall outside.
The room's windows were already frosted over, and just being near them you could feel the chill.
"Pavlov called earlier," Ludmila said, "You don't need to go to Headquarters today, there's nothing urgent so far, and it's snowing across the whole frontline."
Wang Zhong: "He called from Headquarters to tell me not to go there?"
"Yes, since the Chief of Staff is already there, how about you take a day off?" Ludmila suggested with a smile, "It's good for me too since I won't have to be stuck at the anti-aircraft position."
As she spoke, Ludmila brought over hot coffee, pickles, and sour cream to the small table in front of Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong thought for a moment and asked, "Has anti-air duty been heavy recently?"
"It's okay, Prosen's rocket attacks aren't that frequent," Ludmila replied, picking up her cup of coffee too.
Wang Zhong: "Your recent task is intercepting enemy rockets?"
