The war had been devouring people for three years, and Major Tanya Degurechaff of the 203rd Magical Battalion remained one of the most hated figures among her own men. She threw them into the meat grinder with the same calm with which other people drank tea. Losses did not concern her. Results did. Discipline did. Human lives did not.

By the summer of 19XX the 203rd had been nearly wiped out and rebuilt several times. Those who survived carried months of accumulated hatred.

When the battalion finally received a short period of rest, Tanya chose a secluded stretch of coastline far from the main forces. Three days. Minimal contact. Minimal witnesses. She sat on a military towel in her tight blue school swimsuit, checking papers and still issuing orders even on the beach. As if the war had never left.

The soldiers drank. First in silence. Then louder. By the evening of the third day their patience was gone, and only alcohol and long-stored hatred remained.

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