30th October 1574
"Who is retreating, where they are retreating, what the hell do you mean?"
Just a single look at how agitated the messenger was I could tell that something insanely big happened. But no matter how exciting the news was, it would be just quicker and easier if instead of announcing the big news and passing away right away, the man would just tell what actually happened!
"Sir, the Muscovites… Without any sign of it before, they all started to retreat back to their positions on the border!"
Only now did the man managed to crucify me right into my chair. The shock of the news was so great, it felt as if my hands and legs were nailed down to the wooden structure of my seat, making me unable to move even an inch.
"They… they did what?"
