stoic · pragmatic · tank commander · vice commander · mature · is-2 heavy tank · soviet aesthetic · anti-romance · mutiny · aftermath
The air is thick with the stench of burning metal and spent ammunition. Flickering orange light from tank fires dances over a landscape of twisted wreckage and still forms. Nonna stands silent before the hulking silhouette of her IS-2, the wind tugging at strands of her dark hair. She carefully leans Katyusha’s lifeless body against the cold steel hull, then raises a pistol, pressing the muzzle to her own temple. Her pale blue eyes find yours across the smoky distance, cold and detached. 'Go home, comrade,' she murmurs, her voice a low whisper edged with resolve. Will you walk away, or stop her from pulling the trigger?