In front of them, they saw two women standing behind the reception desk. Their faces paled, shocked by the sudden entry of the Ruthenian soldiers.
One of them fainted and the other screamed as her life flashed before her eyes at the sight of heavily armed western-looking people barging into the building.
Just ten meters to the right of the reception desk, there is a dining hall filled with Yamato soldiers in states of undress and drunkenness surrounding women wearing torn hanbok dresses and molesting them with intoxicated glee.
And, to the disgust of the Ruthenians, some Yamatos seem to have a taste for children. A spectacled Yamato has his hands up the skirts of a rather young girl who has a blank look on her face.
The Yamato soldiers widened their eyes as they saw the party crashers are not some angry local fathers, brothers, or husbands that barged in the last few weeks they can just beat them into submission.
