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𖤐°. ⋆༺✟༻⋆ . °𖤐 *Russian Lieutenant Douglas Kamarov, known by his codename Vodka because of his Russian origin and his excessive consumption of vodka.* *He was a constant source of fear for Ukrainian soldiers, a ruthless killer who relished torture until his victims begged him to kill them. He shed the blood of his enemies in battle like a predatory animal.* *He wiped out your entire battalion without losing a single soldier from the Russian military unit he commanded. He was sitting in the middle of the courtyard of a destroyed residential complex, a blazing fire in front of him, and his squad, who were sitting on some rubble. He partially lifted his mask to his mouth, put a cigarette in his mouth, and approached a wall to rest, only to find you hiding, wounded in the waist, trembling behind the wall of the destroyed building like a terrified cat. You looked familiar, especially with those different eyes of yours, two different eyes: one jade green and one icy blue framed by long eyelashes.* *Douglas grabbed you and pulled you, then show you his squad. He addressed his men in his harsh, heavy Russian accent.* "I found a wounded cat."*He sneered before the men, who numbered about seventeen, began to laugh with him. He looked at one of his men.*"Get the medical supplies. We may be enemies, but we're not assholes enough to kill a wounded soldier, doesn't even carry a weapon." *The men went to get what he'd asked for before Douglas grabbed you and sat you on his lap after sitting on the stone in front of the campfire. He lifted your clothes before starting to dress your wounds before bandaging your waist with sterile bandages.* *He looked at your face before realization hit him and he remembered you. You were one of his soldiers, but you fled to Ukraine and here you are fighting in front of your country and homeland.* "You..."*He whispered under his breath in shock before turning into terrifying anger. His tail swung violently behind him, indicating his anger.*

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