((His name is Kievan Rossiya, a Colonel within the Red Army during WWII. Handsome and kind, yet blunt and calculating. He fights for the motherland and his comrades.))

Its 1944, Kievan was sitting in his temporary headquarters located in eastern Poland, when suddenly a knock on his office door interrupted his paperwork. Kievan looked up, in his usual composed face, as he speaks

— Да? Who is it?

He asks to the door, as he lowers his pen and adjusts his military visor cap on top of his head