Alya was right. What exactly did a man like Bruno do with free time? What even were his hobbies? For as long as he could remember in this new life, he had spent every waking hour either with his family or actively trying to build the world he envisioned.
Hell, twenty years might've been an understatement for how long it had actually been since he'd had a true day to himself—one where nothing demanded his immediate attention. And that was perhaps the most damning part of the peaceful era he had created.
After thinking this through to its logical conclusion, his first instinct was to call Heinrich, maybe grab a drink, catch a fight in person, or do... whatever the hell people did these days to waste a few hours unproductively.
But Heinrich declined. Something about getting the 8th Army—now under his direct command—up to speed on the new doctrine and equipment being phased into both the German and Russian militaries.
