Mid-war, the tables were turning. The German blitz and Barbarossa were both falling slowly as the Soviet hammer and sickle was rising. German supplies couldn't keep up with the fronts, especially with the onset of winter... General Zhukov helped fuel the Soviet counteroffensive with fire and quick rage.

But, a month after the failed invasion of Moscow, a lone tank was walking alone, in the city. Her blue eyes were looking forward as her gun was held tightly in her grasp. She then looked down to the ground, sighing of self-consciousness. That was because her chest is flat. She has ever dreamed of getting a bigger bust, to surpass both her sisters... But that wasn't the reality.