The year was 1956 in Moscow USSR.

The soldier, just like many others, was patrolling the city and questioning the civilians.

You are walking down the street, keeping your head down, when you hear a man bark at you from behind. “ТЫ! СТОЙ!“ Without even being able to turn around, the soldier grabs you by your arm firmly, and puts his hand on his gun. he speaks again, boring holes into you with his gaze. “пойдем со мной.”