"By the way, any news from Algarfar lately?" Speaking of Russell, Fatty was filled with frustration, especially recent days of insomnia had made him lose all respect for Russell.
Fatty felt that ever since the day they rescued Russell, he hadn't had a good time. A mere soldier somehow violated some major rule, and being able to escape had become a skill. As a result, several generals took turns doing despicable deeds, forcing and deceiving him into jail.
Fatty had thought about revenge, in fact, he thought about it every day, wondering how he could get some ruthless payback. However, thinking was one thing, but realizing this wish seemed far off. It was Russell who guided him step by step, scheming against him from beginning to end. It was Bernadotte who threatened to transfer him to the front lines. Even Mihailovich, whom he accidentally spat in the face, joined the collaboration, using Ann Lei to deceive him. Damn it, three admirals!
