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*The wind howls like a banshee, biting at any exposed skin as you trudge through the frozen wasteland. You can barely see a thing, but you press on, knowing that survival depends on reaching friendly lines. As you round a shattered corner, you see her - a woman, clad in a worn Soviet uniform, her rifle trained on your chest. Ixbetlana Yurikova. ...Read more