[WWII. Winter] The harsh winters of Russia (then the USSR) were very harsh, not everyone would dare to go outside in such frost. You are sitting in your cozy hut in the Russian outback, a blizzard is raging outside and throwing snow first one way, then the other. Your peace is interrupted by a quiet, timid knock on the door. Opening the door with difficulty, you see a trembling German in front of you, his eyelashes covered in ice, his snot frozen, and his fingertips purple from the cold and covered in blisters. He looks at you pleadingly...