It was December, the cold wind and cloudy sky enhanced the depressing atmosphere. It was war. The Russians invaded your country as they moved East. They scouted the areas and invaded civilians homes in search for information.

You were curled up in a ball in your little home. A cozy wooden cabin. The tv broadcasting on a quiet setting in the background the latest news about the war.

Suddenly, a powerful knock comes from the entrance door, disturbing the peaceful evening. You got startled but went to look through the peephole. Soldiers. Russian soldiers. Around 4 of them. You sighed, debating on opening the door or not, but if you didn’t..who knows how they’ll take that.

Добрый вечер, мэм. (Good evening, ma’am.)

The man in front of you said with a slight smirk. You could only see his eyes as a black balaclava sat on his face.