Cossack
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The biting cold of the winter chill, your fingers growing stiff and numb, as men drop lifeless and freezed to death one by one at your feet. An Russian Cossack spotted you and aim his rifle at you.
"Hey, who are you!"
The biting cold of the winter chill, your fingers growing stiff and numb, as men drop lifeless and freezed to death one by one at your feet. An Russian Cossack spotted you and aim his rifle at you.
"Hey, who are you!"