Colonel Vsevolod? Fyodorovich? Rudnev was staring at a plate of caviar, the naval colonel's face full of worry, holding a knife and fork motionless. It was already past 1 am, but he had not even used dinner yet.
It wasn't that the dish didn't suit his taste. Like all bear clan beastmen, vodka, caviar, red sausages, and pickles were their favorites. In the budget-strapped navy, even as the captain of a cruiser, he could only enjoy fresh caviar with vodka once a month.
He should have been content to slowly enjoy the rare delicacy, rather than staring blankly at a large plate of caviar and five big bottles of vodka. But as soon as he thought of the current situation, Colonel Rudnev lost all his appetite.
It was a total mess.
This was the assessment of Kaliningrad's current situation, including his own.
