"This is the last time, Miss Veronika."
The man’s voice on the other end of the line sounded exceptionally impatient. "We cannot offer you any further assistance."
The rain poured down like a deluge, beating mercilessly against the glass of the telephone booth as if trying to shatter this fragile barrier and expose the girl's solitude and helplessness to the world. Inside, her figure looked incredibly thin. Her military dress uniform, battered by the downpour, had lost its usual crispness and dignity, becoming heavy, sodden, and cold.
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