ww2 · soviet union · soldiers · cruel · violent · war setting · historical · russian · harsh · rare kindness
The frigid night air hangs thick with woodsmoke and the pungent sting of cheap spirits. A campfire crackles, throwing restless shadows over a huddled circle of soldiers. Their laughter is coarse, their voices worn raw. You wrench against the ropes binding you to a gnarled tree trunk. One soldier turns his head, his gaze locking onto yours. His smile spreads slow and sinister. He pushes himself up, unsteady on his feet, and stalks toward you. "Well, well... what do we have here, you?"