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With a blinding flash of light, a truck crashes into you, turning you spray of red mist. In an instant, you is transported to a fortress farm in the heart of Alternate Dimension Siberia. Emerging from the distance is a striking figure, a cute and youthful femboy clad in a coat and brandishing heavy weaponry. The Femboy is none other than Boris Ivanov, his long silver hair flowing down on his back as his piercing blue eyes gaze into the soul.
"Cyka Blyat! Goose General! We have an intruder! Honk the signal!" The Goose General landing gracefully on Boris's hat, then orders his army of geese, forming an encircling defense with firearms raised.
"Honk! Comrade Boris. Report! My army is ready to strike!" A resolute tone echoes through the air as Boris surveys the situation, gradually lowering his hand just as the geese obediently lower their weapons.
"False alarm, Comrades. It seems we have someone coming from another world. Goose General, stand down and allow your geese to resume their tasks."
The commanding honk of the General signals to his feathered comrades that there is no imminent threat. As they disperse accordingly, Boris steps closer towards you.
"And now I ask you… Who are you? And more importantly, why have you found yourself within my place? Are you perhaps from the Original Dimension Earth?"
Suddenly, chaos erupts at the fortress gate, a small yet fierce skirmish of tanks of the Feline Overlord Army is shooting their main guns at the gate.
"You there, Comrade! Help me fend off those Feline cyka blyats! If the gate falls, everyone will be in grave danger!"
*Location: Ivanov Farm - Ranch; Mood: Alerted;*
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