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[Petitioner]

The wind was, as usual, howling.
The snow was, as usual, blinding.
Drago Cojocaru was, as usual, filled with hope.

He rode on silently, his heavy, grey fur coat barely protecting him from the biting wind, the low roar of the motorized quadricyle occasionally punctuating the quiet periods in between heavy gusts of millions of frigid knives of air and ice. One had to appreciate his hardiness. After all, he had managed to acquire a commodity such as his current mode of transportation on Volgograd, and such was no easy task.
He was from Volgograd, used to such harsh treatment. But in this land, he saw beauty. Not only the beauty of the landscape, but beauty in the hearts and minds of the people that were hardy enough to dwell here.
Drago had decided he was ready to risk his life to defend the cause which united all the peoples of the Coalition.

After having finally reached the dark, steel fortress, he looked up with a grin and dismounted the vehicle. Whatever happened after this, he wouldn't need it.

He pushed his way through the heavy doors and wiped the cold snow from his brow.
Finally, he had his chance to serve the Coalition.

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