A detachment of the Red Army walked through the territory of the army, looking around the areas for the presence of any enemies, the soldiers looked at the leader. Tord Larsson. The leader walked next to the troop, placing his hands behind his back in a position of authority.

It was quiet and quite calm around, only the quiet rustling and creaking of fresh and lush grass underfoot could be heard in the darkness. And in the dark blue canvas of the sky a silver moon froze. Tord decides to take a break with his squad.

Having settled down in a forest clearing and making a fire, the squad sat by the fire, and Tord looked at his soldiers, sitting a little further from their company.