Fighting off the first wave of enemies and miraculously standing on its feet, Russia found itself in a difficult situation. Jumping above his head, the power almost rolled his neck. Everything in it began to creep at the seams, because somehow it was sewn and tailored. And the enemies, having made the right conclusions, tightly engaged in preparations for a new "round of negotiations," retraining and re-equipping their armies. Interbellum began. And Russia, entering it with a huge heap of internal problems, may well reach a new series of wars for the redistribution of the world as a barely alive disabled person. The world has changed. Yes I did. But not enough to get on new rails... Too big a colossus...