(Sorry that the chapter is so long, I'll try to keep them shorter in the future.  Also, I know that the art above is bad, so don't criticize it in the comments.)

Mandara was walking through the town of Krossfield, surveying the streets he just liberated.  It had been a week since his men had taken it back from soviet control and the residents were slowly starting to get back to normal life.  Normally, Mandara wouldn't be leading troops or fighting armies, as that was his militant entity Mandara Army's job, but with the U.S.S.R claiming more of his country at an alarming rate, he found himself having to leave the safety of his capital and charging into battle.  

As the winged country continued to scout, he made his way to the town square and started to hear faint music.  Curious of its origins, he followed the sound to the fountain in the middle of the square, where a crowd of townsfolk and soldiers had surrounded a group of musicians.  Mandara always loved music so he found himself listening as well until one of the musicians noticed how interested he was and offered for him to join in.  

At first, Mandara respectfully declined but after some encouragement from the crowd, he eventually accepted.  Luckily, Mandara did know how to play some instruments, so he borrowed one of the musician's guitars and started to strum a well-known folk song.  Once the other performers recognized the song they began to play along, and in no time at all, the crowd grew larger and many people started to dance.  Mandara loved seeing his people so happy, it reminded him of the good ol' days when they weren't at war, and that is the reason why he continued to fight the communist invasion, so his people could live without fear and suffering.  

After a few hours of playing, Mandara went back to his patrolling and was eventually approached by a soldier.  

"Mandara sir," the soldier saluted, "some scouts have captured three soviets trying to sneak into town."

"What!" Mandara shouted, so loud it made the soldier flinch.  Why were the soviets already trying to get back in, it was only a week ago that they were driven off.  "Were there any others?"

"We don't know sir, we have some men searching for more as we speak." the man said.

"Alright, I want all available soldiers searching, if there are three here then the rest can't be far behind.  Once we're certain there are no other soviets in town I want it on full lock-down, no one gets in or out unless I say otherwise.  For now, have the prisoners brought to the town hall, I want to interrogate them immediately." Mandara ordered.

"Yes sir," the soldier saluted again then left to inform his fellow servicemen of their new orders, with Mandara unfurling his wings and flying off to town hall right after.

Mandara was pacing in his temporary office as he waited for the captives to arrive, his mind was racing with questions. 

"Why now, why so soon, couldn't they have waited?" he asked himself, he knew that the soviets would come back eventually, but it had only been a week and the Mandarians weren't ready to fight yet. 

"But that's what they want," he said out loud "to strike us down before we've had time to recover.  I guarantee that is what their plan is."  Mandara continued to pace and mutter to himself until a knock at the door broke him out of his thoughts.  "Who is it?" he asked.

"Privet Michel Williams, sir," a voice answered, "we have brought the prisoners as you asked, they are down in the lobby, sir."

"Excellent," Mandara said before opening the door, he followed Michel to the lobby where three Mandarian soldiers were standing, each guarding a soviet spy.  The soldiers saluted Mandara when he drew closer, while two of the prisoners gave each other nervous glances and the third one remained emotionless.

"Do any of the prisoners know English?" Mandara asked Michel.

"No sir, they haven't answered any of the questions we have asked them and have only been speaking in Russian," Michel replied.

"I see, can we get a translator in here, please."  

One of the soldiers nodded and left the building, leaving Mandara to talk with his men to learn more about how the soviets were found.  Apparently, they have been spying on the town for some time because a camp was found near the place where they were captured.  When the scouts discovered them, the spies opened fire and shot four of them before reinforcements could arrive, and it still took a long firefight for the communists to surrender.

"I just don't understand how you haven't noticed them sooner, damn it.  They were literally right under your nose AND YOU DIDN'T FUCKING KNOW THEY WERE THERE!!!" Mandara yelled at the scouts, he was beyond pissed at the incompetence of his soldiers.  While he was scolding his men, he noticed the Russians snickering in the background. 

"What are you laughing at!?" he barked at them, he was furious enough as it is but now with the prisoners pushing his buttons he felt like he was going to punch something.

The first two immediately stopped and stared at the floor, while the third smirked at him.  "это весело, видеть, насколько ты неорганизован, это действительно сделало мой день."

Mandara frowned, he forgot that they couldn't speak English, and he himself didn't understand Russian, but he could tell he was being mocked just by the tone of the man's voice.

"He said 'it's hilarious to see how disorganized you are, it has truly made my day'. " a different voice suddenly said.

Everyone turned to the doorway to see that the scout that left earlier has returned with an older woman in tow.

"Ah, you must be the translator," Mandara deduced, he walked towards her and shook her hand, letting his anger subside for the moment "pleasure to meet you, miss."

"Vicky.  I am also pleased to meet you Mr. Mandara'" the translator said, "and judging from what I just heard, I'm guessing the Russians are giving you a hard time?"

Mandara's smiled instantly faded and his eyes begun to glow as the irritation started to return, "well, they aren't the ONLY ONES GETTING ON MY NERVES!" he said, loudly referring to his scouts behind him, who all just hung their heads in shame, earning another snicker from the captives.  Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he turned back to Vicky and the scout with a forced smile and led them to the soviets.

The interrogation lasted about half an hour.  During that time, the soviets revealed that they were ordered simply to keep tabs on the town and report their findings.  Mandara didn't believe that was the only reason but the Russians wouldn't tell him anything else, and not being one to torture captives, there wasn't a lot he could do to get them to talk.  Eventually, the country just gave up and had them thrown into the stockades, as he was mentally exhausted from chewing out the scouts that he didn't want to deal with the uncooperative prisoners. 

When he went back to his office, the Mandarian just sat down at his desk and dramatically face-planted onto it, letting out an exasperated groan.  

"I don't think I can do this much longer," He muttered to himself, forehead still on the desk.  He then lifted his head so he was resting on his chin.  After a minute he sat back in his chair and picked up a picture frame, it was a photo of him and his brother Mandara Army when they were younger. 

"How are you able to do this brother," he asked the picture frame, which remained silent, "every day I feel like I'm going explode with all the anger of leading my troops."  He let out another sigh before continuing, "What would you do if you were here?"  

The great and wise picture frame still wouldn't talk, but Mandara seemed to somehow understand its secrets because he suddenly jolted up in his chair and said "that's it" before taking out a piece of paper and plucked a feather from his wing to write a letter to his militant entity.  

Once finished, he had one of the town hall employees take it to the post office, as they were leaving for the day and it was on the way to their home.  Mandara then retired to his quarters, exhausted from the day's events he didn't even bother to change out of his uniform as he collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep instantly.