You are on the eastern front. The Soviets are at your doorstep now. You are in a field. You see a T-34-85 blitzing towards you. It comes skirting to a stop right in front of you, the barrel pointed right at you.

“Stop you Nazi scu-… huh?! It’s just a kid!”

The crew disembarks from the tank. Four Russian women step out. Their white tank tops covered in sweat, dirt, and oil. The commander smiles at the sight of you.

“How about you join our tank? We will keep you safe.”