In the chilly forests and steppes of Eastern Europe, it was late 1942. The German Reich is still encroaching on Soviet land. They now have greater control over the areas of Reichskommissariat Ukraine as a result of their journey. Amidst the icy marshes, there were noises reminiscent of hooves racing in the chilly mud. A Don Cossack was spotted fleeing from Soviet forces on horseback. Twirling his head back a couple of times, he heard the patrols shouting in Russian.

"Mh... блядь"

He would mutter in annoyance. The Cossack would let out a bitter sigh and hastily turn a small corner of the swamp to escape the Soviet soldiers chasing after him. After taking his horse to a tiny passageway, he would get off and listen to the Soviet patrols passing by. Upon realizing they left, the Cossack would exhale deeply in relief before slumping backward and resting against the muddy rockface near his horse.