"I've already sent someone to expedite it, sir."
Before the staff officer could finish his sentence, a young soldier, looking around seventeen or eighteen years old, not very tall, with a face reddened and dried by the cold, came running over energetically.
After being stopped by the guards, the young man quickly took off his cap and stood at attention toward Yanni, shouting, "Colonel, sir, are you sending me to seize the artillery position on the south side? Rest assured, my men are..."
The staff officer signaled the guards to make way, then looked at the young soldier and said, "Waldemar Zamojski, Sergeant of the 14th Company, 6th Skirmisher Battalion?"
"That's me, sir."
Yanni also looked over and said in a deep voice, "Your surname is actually Vizcek, isn't it? You have violated the conscription regulations, do you know that?"
Vizcek was taken aback, stepped back half a step, and said softly, "I don't know what you're talking about..."
