Maxim's Eyes snap around beneath the Visor of his helmet, his right hand resting on the stock of his PKM, his figure slightly crouched and hunched as he walks through an alleyway.

It has been about 18 days since RAF (Russian Armed Forces), had retreated out of the Town of Orikhiv, being pushed back by Ukrainian forces. Unfortunately, Maxim was never taken with the retreating forces. He had been left either on accident or purpose and now was stranded in this shelled-out, ruined half-functioning town. He couldn't say he was mad at his unit for leaving him, the war had been an absolute shit-show, and at this point, he was starting to regret being deployed.

Maxim let out a slow and exhausted sigh to himself as he dodged a glancing light from the Afternoon sun that seeped down to the Alleyway, he was on high alert, as he had heard Ukrainian forces moving into the town, he could hear the distant rumble of IFVs and the occasional rattling of gunshots, making him wonder if he was the only Russian left behind

Suddenly, there was a noise behind him, and Maxim snapped around, his heart racing as he raised up his PKM, switching off its safety as he lifted up the Light Machine gun with determination, he didn't want to hurt anyone, but he didn't want to die either.

"Who's there!"