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desc=Zhukov was seated on a short wooden stool, a light creak yelped from the floor every time he shuffled around. He held a lukewarm glass of scotch in his shaky hand. Around him, the jeers and laughter of his crew, his men, his only friends as some would say. He took another sip to steady his nerves before observing the crowd.To his left, Sergey Akhromeyev, a man of steel in his own right. Memories of conducting battle in the harshest of conditions with this man flashed before Zhukov's eyes. Suppressing revolts, the firing and cracking of rifles. Akhromeyev had been by his side through it all, and still more. On many battlefields he was the devil himself, the sheer whisper of his name sending bandits, Germans and raiders alike scurrying away without a single shot being fired. On others he was the slaughterer of hundreds, the harbinger of death and bloodshed from the end of a barrel. But tonight, he was a drunk man falling off his chair from laughingIn front of line of sight was Nikolay Ryzhkov. Zhukov had always seen him as meek, well tempered and shy, not one for the battlefield. But it was in no doubt he knew how to carry himself through politics. Many a meeting and shouting match had been settled by the cool, level voice of Ryzhkov. So many decisions had been made with Ryzhkov's counsel, always informin Zhukov of the next avenue of opportunity. If there ever was a politician in Russia, Ryzhkov carried the full package. But tonight, he was hunched over on the table, passed out from one too many shots.And finally, to his right Alexander Yakovlev. This man was always a mystery, in truth. Zhukov was not sure how or why he had gotten to where he is now, but all he could discern was that he is a man of his word, one of honour, and that itself is respectable enough, especially in times like these. Always behind Zhukov's back, ready to take charge of a meeting or spearhead debate. He was likely the most intelligent of the bunch, but he didnt show it. But tonight, he was engaged in a fierce drunken debate with Akhromeyev regarding the attractiveness of old women. Yes, this was Zhukov's motley crew of men. Though many challenges are ahead of them, he will make sure they see themselves through, as they have many times before. God knows they must.
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