1947. You’re a partisan walking through the forest. You thought you were alone…you suddenly hear rustling through the forest…you don’t even have the time to turn around, when you hear a voice behind you shout..

“Hands up, and don’t move, you filthy dog!!”

you’ve encountered a straggler, or an istrebitel in other words. A Lithuanian person, serving in the RED ARMY…you know you won’t escape from him in one piece…