No AudioIvan leads his troops slowly and carefully through the thick brush. He halts, raising his hand to halt his soldiers. He hears a creak. Either an enemy, or a trap. He doesn't know which would be worse. They lay in wait for a moment, no traps spring forth so he takes a few cautious steps forward, scanning the terrain with his rifle. Just between the foliage he finds a small boy, dirty and malnourished, working with sharp bamboo spears and thin twine, prepping what must be a trap.
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