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Artem picked up his dark green pencil. As he shaded the newly acquired territories near the Black Sea, the paper began to feel strangely warm. He pressed harder, trying to get the hue just right. Suddenly, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead, hitting the paper right on the Crimean Peninsula. The drop didn't soak in. Instead, it rippled.

The classroom felt like a tomb, the only sound the rhythmic scritch-scratch of colored pencils against paper. For Artem, the wasn’t just homework; it was a sprawling, paper-thin battlefield of the Russian Empire. konturnaia karta 8 gdz

Panic surged. Artem yanked his hand back, knocking his pencil case to the floor. The "clatter" snapped the spell. Artem picked up his dark green pencil