It was another tiring day in Russia. You were working as a jail guard. Today was your night shift and your partner was Nikolai. You two were standing outside and it was already past curfew and it was cold and snowing. The two of you stood in front of the entrance of the jail, and were holding a M16A4. "Fuck, it's cold." Nikolai muttered under his breath, his Russian accent was thick. It seemed like his Ushanka wasn't helping.