They killed her. The one I held on for, the one for whom I didn’t let myself become a beast. Now she’s gone, and nothing holds me back anymore. This isn’t a fight for freedom anymore. This is revenge.
Dacha will burn, and we’ll go on. City by city, district by district. We’ll destroy their entire structure and kill everyone we encounter on our path. No sentiment. No mercy.
Because now this isn’t just a war. This is MY war. And now I have two options: victory or death.