-the snow will arrive like a fox in a dream-
white itself and the fox white
-VASYL MAKHNO
Kostyantyn sighed as he got up from the desk, saying, "Understood, I will see you at the meeting." And walked out the door. Mercifully, his office was only a short walk away from Comrade Stegnov's office, it was a cozy office, as he had assembled it to a point where it was to his liking, he started to work on letters to peasants commending them for their labour while waiting for the meeting.