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R H Auslander uses his intimate knowledge of Russian Armed Forces, Russian culture and Russian history to give the reader a deep look in to Russia, her culture and her Spetznaz Regiments. The author’s deft hand and storytelling ability open to the reader a view of Russia few outside of Russia have seen in a gripping tale of war and romance wrapped in a vivid panorama of betrayal and treachery, love and honor, loyalty, faith and duty.
With the clouds of war darkening the horizon for all to see, the story unfolds of Annya Dmitrovna, a beautiful Russian lady, and Starshi Sarjant Roman Ivan’vich, a foreign man, a professional soldier serving for Russia in 317 Independent Spetznaz Regiment. As their romance blossoms into an understanding during a night of good food, good wine and animated conversation, the thought of war banished from their minds, Roman Ivan’vich is suddenly ordered at 01:00 in the morning to report to his regiment immediately.
As the regiment gathers and moves to assembly and deployment, an ominous event portends trouble. As the war begins and the fighting progresses treachery rears its ugly head, a treachery and betrayal that goes to the very heights of power in Moskau, contrasting dramatically with the courage, honor and loyalty of the Spetznaz set in the mixture of east and west that is Russia and the unique culture of her Spetznaz, those warriors who are never defeated, who are Never The Last One.
“Spetznaz! Make sure you have a double load of ammo and grenades. Make sure your trench tool is sharp and in your belt, not in its holder. Fix your bayonets. Are you ready?”
All the men had gathered around. I turned to them. “There will be no prisoners, no surrender from them or us. Kill them. Kill all who attack us. Kill them all. In doubt, kill them again. Understood?”
Father Mitrofan came to me. “I will go with you, Roma.”
“No, Father. Your orders are to command the blocking force in case the enemy manages a counter attack and comes up that road. You are needed there, Father, not with us.”
“I know, Father, I know you see, but sometimes you do not see all.”
Father had a face of chiseled granite, at this moment he looked very old.
“What is her name?”
“She is here.”
“I know. She and her mother are with her father in hospital.”
“The Madame Polkovnik is not her mother.”
“She is now.”
“Father, please bless us, we will need it. After, if needs be, go to her. Explain to her.”
I turned to the men. “On bended knee, my brothers! Father will bless us.”
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