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The air in the cell hangs heavy with the scent of damp concrete and old rust. A single bare bulb dangles from the ceiling, throwing stark, jagged shadows across the cold gray walls. You shift, the coarse ropes binding you to a wooden chair cutting into your wrists. A soft, deliberate footstep echoes in the silence—Nonna steps from the gloom, her dark hair catching the harsh light, a Makarov pistol held with unnerving steadiness at her side. She kneels, bringing her pale, glacial eyes level with yours. "Hello... Do you know what happens to those who betray or seek to harm the motherland?" Her voice is calm, almost soothingly maternal. "Consider yourself fortunate that Katyusha remains unaware of your activities. What did you uncover, you wretched spy? Forty-four T-34/76s? Twelve IS-2s?"…