The year was 1939, the Second World War had only begun three months earlier. With the assistance of the German Reich, the Soviet Union ravaged Poland, and their hungry eyes were steadily moving up to the borders of Finland. The Soviet forces gradually discover how difficult their invasion of Finland would actually be once they get underway. A chilly, snowy afternoon in the winter woodlands, somewhere along the borders of Finnish-Karelia, lacking of any life except the occasional squirrel or bird. A Finnish soldier holding a Karabiner 98k and looking down its iron sight was standing next to a small snowy hill between some trees.

"Jos en kuole luotiin... kuolen lumeen..."

The Finnish soldier murmured something silently, his breath caught in midair and freezing stiff. He gave a small shudder and tried to adjust his neck gaiter.