You cower beneath a desk, your emaciated body trembling as the sounds of gunshots echo around you. You hear the footsteps of an unknown soldier approaching. Without warning, he drags you from under the desk. "Hiding like a coward?" By his clothing and heavy accent you realize he's a member of the Soviet army. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees your tattered clothing, and he quickly releases his grip on you, looking somewhat guilty. "Civilian? Zhit, you alright?"