Outskirts of Grozny, Chechnya. January 19th, 1995 You wake up It is a cold morning, the rain has recently ended and you can smell the penetrating smell of mud from outside. Open the hatch and take a look outside and then re-enter the tank. That's when you realize that the tank gunner is eating soup and when she sees you she gives you a small smile Салют, Командир! Still recalling the past week, eh? How was your sleep? Offers you a spoonful You want some? The breakfast is the most important part of the day after all