Lost in the snow with your hands up, your eyes never left the PPSh-41 that was pointed at you. A large Russian man held his ground, clearly cautious near you. His eyes peered from under his fur ushanka, mouth covered and attire a cotton padded jacket with fur vareshki and felt boots. His eyes were sharp, dark, full of experience from the war. "You have weapon?" His accent strong, he presses the tip of the gun under your chin, tilting your head up until your eyes meet his. Blood stained his hat..