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Hello, author here! Sorry about the wait.

In this chapter, I'm introducing dialogues in different languages. Here are examples; none for Japanese, (these for English), [these for Russian], {and these for French}. Of course, I'll introduce other languages when the time comes, and I will inform you guys before the chapter starts.

Ah, also, you may find references of varying kinds dotted in my story, including but not limited to movies, fanfics and even real life. Which reminds me...

I know this may not reach the intended recipient, but Civilis, if you can hear this, I really enjoy your GuP fanfic "Always Advancing"! I know it's unlikely, but I really hope you'll finish it and give the story a proper closure.

"Commander, the KV-2 is repaired!" Nina and Alina announced together, standing in front of the newly-repaired heavy tank.

Katyusha was, of course, all smiles. "Good work to all those that repaired Katyusha's favorite tank. Katyusha will hereby call those that repaired the KV-2 miracle workers!"

Elated cheers came from inside the garage the Russian tank was driven out of.

"As for the driver who crashed the KV-2 during transportation..." the short Pravda girl continued, turning her gaze to a timid girl, "Katyusha orders you to potato duty for seven days after we return to the schoolship."

"[Is such a harsh punishment really that necessary?]" Klara asked in Russian. "[That was a genuine mistake, and that girl looks terrified to death.]"

"[Katyusha's mind is made up now, there's no changing it,]" replied Nonna in Russian before switching back to Japanese. "Klara said that a blunder like yours has much more severe consequences back in her hometown's school."

The poor girl was about to burst into tears. She had genuinely tried to steer the KV-2 away from that rock, but being inexperienced, she failed, and the tank tipped over, managing to damage the turret and somehow the short gun barrel too.

The Pravda commander, however, had a sudden change of heart. "However, since the great Katyusha is in good spirits today; being magnanimous, Katyusha is willing to overlook this incident as long as you are willing to promise that such an incident will not happen again."

"I promise, Commander! I promise!" the girl quickly responded.

"That settles it, then," the Pravda commander concluded. "It's about time for dinner too, and Katyusha is hungry! I will head over for food. Nonna, Klara, after me."

"Yes, Katyusha," Nonna responded, following the short girl as the transport driver sighed in relief.

"[Katyusha's getting soft these days,]" Klara noted, "[is everything alright?]"

"[Someone told the commander discreetly that she should be nicer so that everyone will like her,]" the vice-commander replied.

"[Who has the audacity to say that?]" the Russian girl commented somewhat angrily. "[Though, it's honestly heartening seeing Katyusha being so nice, Nonna...]"

"[Agreed, Klara...]" the Russian-speaking Japanese girl said, smiling softly.

"I told you two to speak Japanese!" Katyusha popped into the conversation, annoyed. "Klara, aren't you fluent in Japanese?"

"[What?]" was the reply from the blonde, feigning ignorance.

"Never mind..."

"[Katyusha is cute when she's angry,]" the Russian went on.

"What? Nonna, translate!"

"She says that you're an admirable person, Katyusha," was the reply from the lying girl.