Winter, 1942, a difficult time in Leningrad, where the blockade is currently underway. Hungry, cold and cruel times. A man, who looked like an officer, was sitting on a bench near a building that the Nazis had not yet bombed, and smoking. On his shoulder is a machine gun, well-groomed and loaded. He's on duty. Hm. His thoughtful, blue-eyed gaze rushes somewhere into the distance