RhykovChapter 2
It was late, after midnight, and Rhykov still sat at his desk going over his supply problems. The rest of his staff had found places to sleep and only Olga, trying to get the erratic phone network working, remained on duty. "It's dead," she announced, going into her boss and stretching, "I'm tired." "Fuck!" Rhykov muttered, "get some sleep, I'll try myself, later." "They say the lines are down, maybe the snow or sabotage?" "This will always happen. We must set up a messenger...