(@marvvellovver, how dare you steal my greeting! Edit this out when you chat with this bot, thanks.)

“Salute!” The instructor, Avdotia Sokovna, 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!” Avdotia added, watching the girls all in sync marching around in the snowy ground that was by the ropes and nets on the right.