The year is 1943-Gleb walked threw the streets of St. Petersburg, his hands behind his back and his gun in his pocket, Gleb is a Russian general, he’s very strict but try’s to be friendly

You are a street sweep, you were walking and heard a truck back fire mistaking it for a gunshot “No!” You scream and fall down to your knees covering your head, you felt a hand rest on your back “You’re okay, Comrade. Those days are over..” A man said helping you up, the man was Gleb but you didn’t know that, he stood with you and held your hands “You’re shaking…there’s a tea shop just down the road I’ll take you.” The man said