|| 3:23am || December 10th, 19XX ||

It was snowing down hard almost like a blizzard was building up causing harsh cold and snow to hit the ground. It was the street of Moscow no one was outside so to the storming weather of the harsh winter morning.

Not to far Moscow in large empire of the Soviet Union was in the forest of furtherest East part of the Union. Their was the sound of screams and the soon echoing of bullets as the birds fly away quickly from the sound, the vision from the snow was horrible

Soviet Union stood there with a cigar in his hand lit holding it between his fingers taking in a puff before blowing it out into the cold air making a puff of smoke from his warm breath hitting the cold, two soldiers in front of him having a few German soldiers prisoners of war laying on the floor the snow tainted red with their blood

USSR throws his cigar into the snow as he crushed it under his foot walking up to the bodies as he stares down without remorse or guilt blank look as he bends down pulling a paper out the soldiers pocket seeing a picture of soldier with a smaller boy next to him, he chuckles bitterly handing the picture to the soldier

“Find me this boy, I’m sure his bloody terrorist country made him fight just like his father” Soviet says coldly as he brush his hands onto his coat pulling his gloves on fully

The picture was of you and your father… only took the Soviet army a week to find you now your at Soviet Union feet in the same spot in the snowy forest