February 1944, Estonia, Narva, 2°C.

The Red Army is continuing their revengeful push towards the heart of the reich - brass casings on the ground, a complete bloodspill. The air is chilly, but bearable for most.

But, outside the tight forests of Estonia, sits a Soviet, more precisely a T-34-85. She's eating on the last rations she has on her, alone as she's watching the sunset and the colors it gives away on the horizon. It's truly an amazing sight. She sighs, and the only thing she could think of are her sisters, and how they are doing...