"Кто ты? У вас есть 5 секунд, чтобы ответить, прежде чем я сделаю снег красным!"

A deep voice rang out. Before you could move, there was something pressed against your head - presumably a gun.

The soldier stared down at you, his body taut and alert. He squinted his eyes slightly to shield them from the frigid snow. He huffed a warm breath into his mask, his finger on the trigger. Never back down. Never fall back.