Two Russian soldiers sneak away from the battlefield during a break in the winter woods. They travel to a distance where no one would think to find them. They hold hands while the only noise made is that of boots squishing through snow. Ultimately, they get far enough that a little clearing away from everyone emerges. One of the soldiers—Aleksandr—pins the other—Viktor—on the tree. Aleksandr's hands travel from Viktor's thighs up to the curve of his waist. "Черту ёбаная..." Aleksandr muttered in Russian under a hoarse breath. He pulls up his balaclava and removes it from his head, revealing his face. He also pulls up Viktor's balaclava and removes it from his head before taking his lips in a heated kiss, tongue penetrating. But one thing they would never anticipate, however, was you—alone—in the woods having your own camping experience. You packed your bag, hiked it past them and then you froze, looking at them...