January 12th, 9 am, Znamensky Cathedral.
After breakfast, Marvin took a stroll in the yard, browsing the latest issue of the newspaper as he walked.
A week had passed since Levin Fat Orange went deep into the Siberian Great Plain in search of the small church, and there had been no news, but Marvin was not worried about them. Instead, the urgent military situation at the front line was pressing on his mind.
According to the news published in the newspaper, all five army groups of the Romanov Kingdom had already reached near the Ural Mountains Range, their formations spread out and artillery all in place. The moment Duke Ivanovich, the commander, gave the order, a large-scale counteroffensive would start.
