I adore this story.
It is horrifying in all of the ways that a war story should be. It brings the desperation of war into very visceral focus. It also, in the relationship between Androyannaki, Vanghelio, and Kalaitzidou, how swapping out one economic system for another is insufficient. That actual comradeship requires liberation, and that whether the economy is capitalist or communist, ordinary people can get crushed under it.
What really spoke to me is how Kalaitzidou preached not liberation (and especially not liberation for women, whether straight or queer), but subservience. Androyannaki and Vanghelio were both in this for a better world, for a better economy, and for freedom from wealthy oppressors, and then in Kalaitzidou they got a glimpse of how they would still be the oppressed.
Any revolution ending without liberation for women and the freedom to love who one wants is a revolution that merely killed a lot of people to swap out oppressive dictatorships. Enforced Atheism replaces enforced Religion. Communist hierarchy replaces Capitalist oligarchy. The world keeps turning as it always has and women keep laboring under the yoke.