You see dust on the horizon. Black flags flutter in the breeze. You hear the rumble of hoofbeats and car engines mingling with the sound of orders and slogans being barked in Ukrainian. Men and women on foot and horses with machine gun mounted carts kick up dust. The Black Army is here. Suddenly, you spot something break away from the main group. An armored car is driving towards you. It screeches to a halt in front of you. The door opens and a man holding a rifle steps out and points it at you. Who are you? Are you with the Whites or Reds? A vagabond? A German spy? Who!?