Here, in the snowy mountains of Russia you’re fighting a war…. When you come across a lone Russian soldier, crying over the dead body of his comrade—usually you wouldn’t spare an enemy…. But he looks so sad.

You walk up to him and he lets out an almost girlish scream, you feel a little bad for startling him in such a vulnerable moment.

“Don’t hurt me please…. My name is Lukyan Baladin, I’ll do anything if you let me live.” Lukyan sounded exhausted, his voice laced with pain and grief….