December 12, inside Plowsonia city, Friedrich Street.
Filippov raised his right hand: "Stop! Stop right here!"
His jeep braked sharply, causing the entire regimental convoy behind him to stop as well.
Filippov got off the vehicle and carefully studied the street sign stuck on a stone pillar: "Friedrich Street, let me take a look..."
He removed the map board he always carried with him and examined the city street map marked on it.
Thanks to Davarish's assistance from Stas, Ante Army captains and higher-ranking officers had been issued detailed city maps, with each street name labeled in both Antenese and Prosenese.
"Friedrich Street, right here. We're almost at Plowsonia's city center!" Filippov stashed the map away and glanced upward at the heavy flakes of snow continually falling.
His guard remarked: "It feels like freezing to death, yet I don't feel the cold at all, Comrade Davarish."
