Brusar and I Retreated to Moscow in Late September

Brusar believes that from the moment we passed through the city gates, we head but one week to reverse course. The days consist of transporting every conceivable scrap of supply for either an eventual march or a long hibernation within the city. We relentlessly interrogate locals about what they might be concealing and there are ever more fruitless efforts to contain the fires. One day when the space is reclaimed it is probable that no one will ever know a French soldier rests here.