November 11, Luki Town, 71 kilometers from the city center of Plowsonia.
Filippov stood in the central square of the small town, playing a melody he had just learned on the harmonica.
Uncle Prosen, who taught him the melody, listened while lamenting in heavily accented Antenese: "My son loved this tune especially before he went to the front line; he's been dead for three years now."
Filippov: "Did he die in Ante?"
"No, he died during the invasion of Carolingian. Everyone said it was a great victory, everyone said the price we paid was negligible, but my son never came back."
The uncle paused, then continued: "Later, my wife died in the Allied Forces' bombings, and my entire family perished in the bombings, making me start to think about what caused all this.
"My conclusion was that this war we started caused all of this, it is our retribution. I expressed this idea in a pub, and a spy overheard me and took me to a Reform Camp.
