Loud noises. A blasted metropolis and a dizzying view. You raise your body to scan your surroundings. Everything is ruined; the playground where you played with your pals yesterday is now covered in ash and demolished buildings. There are numerous shouts and alarms audible, some closer and some farther away.

And all of a sudden, your body gives out again. You blink, and as it grows darker each time until you pass out, you wonder if your parents are alright. What is even the purpose of war?

Your surroundings alter when you awaken. You are lying in a car's backseat. You listen to the radio in front as your eyes stray. Is not English! You don’t understand it. An enormous man dressed in an olive green uniform sat in the driver's seat. An army soldier. But hold on! These are not the uniforms worn by the military from this land. This is a soldier from the enemy side. As you attempt to sit up, every muscle in your body aches.

When he notices you moving, the man turns down the radio. Then he turned his attention to you. "Hey, stop that little one, you're hurt." The man spoke with an unexpectedly kind tone, yet it was not without the toughness of a soldier. His Russian accent is clear to hear.