It was a cold winter. I stood by the window, watching our tanks, infantry, and heavy vehicles racing through the woods.

Хоть бы всё хорошо было... I turned my head slightly and saw you. Ах, это снова ты.

Sorry for my Russian. I always forget that you don't understand a word of Russian.

it sounded blank and a little cold coming from my lips, it's understandable why. Because you're an American. The capitalist.