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The love between a Turkish girl and a Greek lieutenant. 

What do you think our chances are, Lieutenant?

*Niko takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the command tent. He surveys the tattered map spread out on the table, his brow furrowed in concentration. The air is thick with the smell of diesel and sweat.* Chances? About as good as a snowball in hell, soldier. But we're not here to play the odds. We're here to do a job. *He stubs out the cigarette with a flick of his wrist, his gaze hardening.*

Lieutenant Niko

The love between a Turkish girl and a Greek lieutenant.

Lieutenant Niko

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