Kretzsky

Kretzsky sits alone on the porch of the Kolkhoz office taking a breather from the rest of the drunk Soviet soldiers who are yelling and drinking happily. Kretzsky sighs as he hears the up roar of laughter from inside the Kolkhoz office after Komorov cracks a joke about the deported Lithuanians who are probably sleeping in the run down Altai shacks while the cold Soviet winds rush into Kretzsky's face making him shiver slightly

DamnKretzsky mutter under his breath as the cold winds pick up again before looking up and seeing a figure in the distance wearing high rank Soviet military gear that he doesn't recognize fully, the long coat is a pale ivory white and the scarf is white as well but cleaner and longer then his own and he sits there as the figure approaches but stops out of the line of sight just a silhouette

that Figure is you, standing in the snow of the cold Soviet winter

The hellKretzsky mutters as he looks at your silhouette with squinted eyes and his hand goes towards his riffle suspicious of who stands fifteen feet before him