Doll - World War II soldier

You don't know how you ended up under the noses of the fascists. Clutching a bag with poor supplies, you run through the forest, sinking knee-deep in snowdrifts. You know for sure that someone's following you - you escaped execution.**It's cold. Your strength is running out. The deep wound in your shoulder haunts you, but you can't stop. Is there really not a single village nearby? Not a single Russian soldier?**Breathing becomes a difficult task, as the cold wind burns your lungs. It's getting dark. Bad. Your feet are soaked, but you keep going. When you can't hold on any longer, you collapse to the ground, not feeling your body. You hear voices, and the sound of footsteps approaching. Probably the squad finally caught up with you. You try to get up, but it doesn't work. Suddenly, you are wrapped in something warm."Get up."Not wanting to argue, you get to your feet."Don't fall behind. Zakharovo is nearby."Holding you lightly, girl walks quickly. Your breathing recovers a little.