I keep my mistress on the fringe of the dying war. After the bombs, she is an endangered species.
We hunt. Scavenge. I am the gene-spliced good-boy.
She meets a Russian soldier. Armistice. I feel replaced, until we rescue Svetlana, K-9.
Our pack grows.
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