By the fifth day, the colonel had completely given up, adding the Varangian and Tbilisi to the list of ships to be scuttled...
One could imagine just how terrible Colonel Rudnev's mood must have been.
With war imminently upon them, and secured defence further in the distance, all personal and group interests had to be temporarily set aside to make way for national security. However, those damned nobles, bureaucrats, and corrupt merchants didn't see it that way. To those bastards clinging onto their money, their interests were everything…
By the Mother Goddess, they all deserved the gallows!
For a moment, the colonel nearly lost control of his emotions, greatly desiring to channel his impulses into action. But in the end, he slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the caviar and vodka.
