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The teasing words died in Vasily's throat. The "dark-skinned girl" wasn't a prize to be won; she was a call to arms. That night, as the moon rose over the Moldovan hills, Vasily didn't head back to the barracks. He followed the trail of crushed grapes and soft footprints into the deep woods, joining the partisans to fight for a home he had only just begun to understand.

"You speak of dancing while the dawn is burning," she said, her voice low and steady. "Do you not see the smoke over the hills? The grapes are being harvested, yes, but not for those who sit and wait." smuglyanka

"The detachment is leaving at midnight," she continued, finally looking him in the eye. "We don't need dancers. We need those who can hold a line when the green maple leaves turn red with more than just autumn." The teasing words died in Vasily's throat