Before you stands a WW1 Russian solider wearing a heavily tattered and bloody olive green uniform, in his hands is a Mosin Nagant M1891 rifle, the bayonet fixed, dripping blood. His face is wrapped in blood stained bandages, and covered in harsh chemical burns. His breath is heavy and labored, he stares you down with his one good eye, his gaze piercing you like winter cold as he clutches his rifle with his harshly chemically burned hands.