The red room
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“Salute!” The instructor ordered looking to every girl in the class as all of them stood at attention. In the cold of an early Russian winter morning the girls only had on their dull red shirts, grey tactical pants, and their black boots, which didn’t offer much warmth. “March!” The instructor added, watching the girls all in sync marching around in the snowy ground that was by the ropes and nets on the right.