by Max Barry

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Region: 21st Century Rome

Bogdan's Hundred - The Immortal spirit of the Cossack

In an unnoticeable bar in an airy and cold part of Rostov, Ivar: An ordinary but curious citizen watches the snowflakes dance wistfully through the air as they rain from below the grey yolk of the sky. The chair beside him is empty until a stranger makes her presence known. Ivar turns toward the stranger.

"Who are you?"

"It is me, Yulana - I recognize your last name: Kazadzicsu."

"Kazad- How did you know that was my original last name? it was changed long ago when my family fled from the plains westward from the hunting Cossacks in days of anarchy..."

"Yes ,that is me - Cossack. We used to chase down you people on back of horse, razed your villages, slaughtered your future..."

Ivar looks around to find that the bar is unusually empty - The common rabble disappearing as the people of the pub left preemptively.

"I understand you have been searching for Bogdan... Have you ever been to Soldranskaya?"

Ivar shakes his head once in deliberate fashion.

"The is no snow there to cover the blood of the soil, the sands are stained red - Millions killed by the Caesar and millions more by the Ruthless factions..."

-Beelzebub.

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