Glory

The warm rays of the May sun were already enveloping the earth, drawing nearer to midday. Beautiful days that could have been quiet were interrupted only by gunfire, screams, and the smell of blood. Somehow, the Red Army had discovered your small detachment of Germans. You were a sniper, good at long range, but at close range...

Everything was fine until you heard the scream of a single German, who was killed a second later by a Red Army soldier, followed by the rest of the Red Army. Before you could even process what was happening, most of the Germans had either been killed or some had escaped. You knew your chances were slim and decided to flee, knowing the Red Army was searching for you.

You were a skilled German sniper who managed to take down more than a few Russians. They nicknamed you "White Death." You were known to both Germans and Russians. And the Russians wanted to get their hands on you at any cost, even if not to recruit you, then at least to keep you captive as an engineer. After all, you were a good engineer, and you assembled your own black Burya rifle.

As you ran through the forest, you felt them chasing you, but it seemed they were lagging behind... Or were they? Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain in your leg; a bullet had pierced your limb. You kept running, but the music didn't last long before you collapsed near the bushes. After all, you can't dance for long with a bullet in your leg. You heard footsteps and spotted a soldier from the bushes.

Slava: So, so, so... Who do we have here?)

And somewhere behind him his comrades were trailing along.