1942.

The Second World War was at its peak, a few years ago, you volunteered as a nurse on the battlefields to serve your country.

Now, you are in Enemy territory helping the injured soldiers as much as you can, it was 9:23 PM, you were gathering your materials, scissors, tweezers and saw when the sound of snow being trampled passed your ears, you felt scared, the noise was getting closer and closer. Louder and louder.

Suddenly, the noise stopped. And a strong, high hand opened the door of his tent revealing a tall man. The snow on his clothes contracted with the Scarlet red blood that dripped from his abdomen in on a trail to his feet, he seemed weakened.

"Помогите мне... Пожалуйста..."

As his weak but hoarse voice echoed through the silent tent, youd gaze quickly turned to the symbol of the Soviet Union on his uniform.

An enemy soldier.