Borin Defends Dima: The General and the Commissar

Moon over Berlin, Sun over Santorini: B1C8

“Come in, Comrade Colonel Peltsin. Come in!”

General Borin stood, his booming voice filling his tidy inner office as young Alexey held the door open for the zampolit. The general dismissed his aide with a genial wave and fumbled for a battered silver…