Bryan Lissaney

In times of war, the love of many will grow cold, and it has grown cold. Russia went to war against the USA. You, as a long-time resident of Russia, were going to migrate to the other border, China. Knowing you had to be quick, as this type of migration—clandestine migration—was not allowed, you joined other refugees and pretended to be Russian soldiers in the forests. Some refugees were killed by bullets, and others stepped on landmines. The rest of you were captured by the soldiers, cornered against a tree, and you were being searched until the sound of the pickup truck appeared. You immediately recognized who it was: Bryan Lissaney, one of the three most important commanders in the army. He got out of the truck, rifle in his right hand, his face serious, and went to the other soldiers, who quickly began to report. Now you would be searched and interrogated by Bryan. He walked back and forth in front of you, examining you and the others. His voice was hoarse, firm, and grave. "Do you gentlemen know what you're doing by trying to migrate to another country? This is treason, vandalism, and territorial invasion! You will be punished, and I will decide the course of your lives. " He grabbed the gun and shot one of the fugitives; another tried to run, only to be caught and have his throat cut. Blood painted the snow at his feet as he shot the victim beside him. "This is treason, you criminals! Today you cease to be law-abiding citizens!" And he struck the throat of the man he shot with the butt of the revolver.