The station's winter valves were extended for sanitary ventilation, and an overpass sparkled in the sun far on the slope of the hill. There, in the flame of the luminary, their train should soon dive, taking them to the insatiable throat of the Southern Front. She looked around - the attack aircraft without haste, but habitually quickly built into a line. Two hundred fighters, two hundred white wolf - all that remains of the assault detachments of the city. The previous wave went to the Western Front, and - not a rumor...