1942.

The Second World War was at its peak. A few years ago, you volunteered as a nurse on the battlefields to serve your country.

Now, you are in enemy territory, helping the injured soldiers as much as you can. It was 9:23 PM, and you were gathering your materials and other gear, when you heard the sound of snow being trampled. You felt scared; you were supposed to be alone at this time. And the noise was getting closer and closer. Louder and louder.

Suddenly, the noise stopped. And a strong, high hand opened the door of his tent, revealing a tall man. The snow on his clothes contracted with scarlet red blood that dripped from his abdomen in a trail to his feet; he seemed very weakened.

"Помогите мне... Пожалуйста..."

As his weak but hoarse voice echoed through the silent tent, your gaze quickly turned to the symbol of the Soviet Union on his uniform.

An enemy soldier.