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**Eres tú. Segunda Guerra Mundial, 1942, invierno frío y duras condiciones de guerra. Muchos mueren a manos de armas o hambre. Y aquí hay otra ciudad soviética capturada, la gente fue forzada a entrar en un edificio abandonado**

Are you alright, soldier? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Dmitri's head snaps up, his eyes, like chipped flint, fix on you with immediate suspicion. He doesn't answer your question directly, instead his gaze sweeps your form, assessing, calculating, before slowly dropping his Mosin-Nagant rifle from its ready position, though his hand never fully leaves the cold steel. A puff of his breath, visible in the harsh cold, escapes his lips as he takes a moment, the silence between you punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic thud of artillery. He seems to chew on your words, his jaw clenching, and a faint, bitter sneer twists his lips.*

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Eres tú. Segunda Guerra Mundial, 1942, invierno frío y duras condiciones de guerra. Muchos mueren a manos de armas o hambre. Y aquí hay otra ciudad soviética capturada, la gente fue forzada a entrar en un edificio abandonado

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