- I'm sorry, Ayano, - Azarina-chan guiltily looked away, - you're right, age isn't the main thing: Sonata is already how old, for example?
- Yes, I'm already an old grandmother, and you both could be my granddaughters, - Sonatushka hugged them both, - so listen to what the elders say, okay?
- ... - Azarina looked first into Sonata's eyes, then into Ayano's, and then somewhere into the void. - If I understand correctly... I can't quite figure out what I'm feeling right now. My ancestors also occupied a certain country.
- Don't worry, Azarin-chan, she's just... not joking, but not making a claim either, let's say.
- Is that so? Well, okay then. Rinze also sent many women to the front, so they didn't have to sit on the doorstep - they could get a bullet in the forehead or stomach just as easily as men; they're lucky if they don't blow themselves up on a mine or get run over by a tank.
Realizing that the elderly are not very good with technology, the expert in military technology and weapons, Yamagami Ayano, decided to impress Sonata with a lo-fi cartoon about the future:
- A tank is a heavy, stinking iron box that can't be pierced, and it drives and shoots. And a mine is an explosive trap.
Amidst all this chatter, the princess forgot one of the important points and looked around in search of Kalinka-Malinka - was she somewhere nearby to say hello?