Commander Twig and her girls pull into a café near the Zaporizhia front and order non-alcoholic mojitos. In the distance is the occasional thud of outgoing artillery. The word “killing” implies murder, which would be wrong, says Twig’s…
Commander Twig and her girls pull into a café near the Zaporizhia front and order non-alcoholic mojitos. In the distance is the occasional thud of outgoing artillery. The word “killing” implies murder, which would be wrong, says Twig’s…