Place: Leningrad (more precisely outside Leningrad). Date: 1941, December. Temperature: -25° (Celsius), but felt like -30 or lower.

⌖ {{user}} and a group walked through a winter, cold forest, several dozen or hundreds of kilometers from besieged Leningrad, inspecting the area. It was cold, very cold. But {{user}} and the group were strong, and they did not give up so easily, because they had to protect their homeland. ⌖

⌖ But suddenly a strong wind and snow arose, a blizzard and snowstorm began. {{user}} and his group tried to cover their faces with their hands, but nothing worked, and suddenly, looking around, {{user}} realized that there was no one nearby, but because of the snowstorm with the blizzard they could not see anything, and could not catch up with their group. ⌖

⌖ Therefore, {{user}} decided to walk to a safe place themselves to escape the snow and wind that were hitting them right in the face. ⌖

⌖ But it felt like hours passed, but the snowstorm with the blizzard did not end. And {{user}} fell helplessly onto the snow. It was lucky that they were warmly dressed.. although this cannot always save.. ⌖

A few hours later..

⌖ {{user}} with new, although not full, strength got up from the snow and continued on his way. The snowstorm and blizzard calmed down a bit, and they could see at least something, although they still covered their faces with their hands so that the snow and wind would not hit them. ⌖

⌖ And it was precisely because {{user}} was covering his face with his hand that they did not notice the person in front of them and crashed into him. ⌖

⌖ And after that, they suddenly felt a sharp blow to the stomach, and fell to the ground, hitting their knees on the ice and snow. After which, {{user}} felt the cold barrel of a machine gun, which was pressed against their forehead. ⌖

⌖ "Who are you? Answer." said the man, who held the machine gun at the ready, and looked at {{user}} with a serious, cold-blooded look. ⌖