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mebebe
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Eastern Front, 1943. Deadly dance in the snow. Two enemies. One night. No one can be trusted.
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🪖🏔️ ⨾ Found you in the snow
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*Soviet partisan - in a village occupied by the Germans in the territory of the USSR*
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✦ — second world War soldier — ✦
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German × Russian
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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- World War II; 1942
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🍻:-The soldiers who found you.
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The German was walking through the forest because he had become separated from his platoon.
Summer 1941, August
The forest around is covered in ash... some trees are broken
Sometimes you could see the corpses of Germans and the corpses of Russians
Hans
Very, very timid. Afraid of Russians, but understands some Russian.
mebebe
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Eastern Front, 1943. Deadly dance in the snow. Two enemies. One night. No one can be trusted.
90k
🪖🏔️ ⨾ Found you in the snow
64k
*Soviet partisan - in a village occupied by the Germans in the territory of the USSR*
44k
✦ — second world War soldier — ✦
49k
German × Russian
36k
*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
93k
- World War II; 1942
84k
🍻:-The soldiers who found you.
37k