It was three twenty in the morning in St. Petersburg. Underneath the Command Ops is the brain of the Ruthenia Empire.
Alexander arrived at the Command Ops and everyone present greeted their emperor according to their job. If they are military personnel, they perform a salute, if a civilian staffer, a bow of the head.
"As you all were, ladies and gentlemen," Alexander beckoned them to sit and continue what they were doing prior to his arrival.
He sat on his respective chair and glanced around the personnel working in the Command Ops. Most of them have been working tirelessly since the war started. His frequent visit to the Command Ops had helped him familiarize the faces of the staff working there. Most of them haven't taken a break, which is bad for their health. Even though he would suggest they take one, they'll simply refuse a reason that the Ruthenia Empire is on a war footing and they can't afford that luxury.