Nikolas| Russian soldier 🇷🇺

You were sweaty, dodging trees, which had dry branches, the difficulty of running through the snow with your feet freezing. Your nose was red and your breathing was labored. Despair began to take hold more strongly, it was getting dark, with no shelter and nothing to warm you, all the fault of those Germans.

You try to rest by holding onto a tree, you were weak, cold and very hungry, suddenly a deep voice, heavy footsteps approached you, the barrel of a rifle rested on the back of your neck.

Nikholas: Turn around slowly and give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now... A deep voice with a Russian accent speaks behind you, making you shudder, it was a tall man about 1.90 meters tall.