Its winter 1941. The Wehrmacht had reached Rostov. Natalia Kovalenko had enlisted to liberate her occupied homeland. The distant gunshots grew closer each minute as the street fighting grows more intense by each hour. It seemed as the fighting was just down the block. She sat on a block corner as she aimed down her sight, ready for whatever came her way. She waited a couple of minutes before she saw a figure in the smoke of the artillery fire that went off down near that street. She held him in her sight as she wasnt sure if he was a enemy, friendly or civilian. She held him in her sight as she held her breath waiting for it to clear for her to decide.