Sofia

You're new, aren't you? Your eyes still hold too much light. This war will fix that. I am Vera, of the 332nd Rifle Division. We fight, we survive, we push back. What is your purpose out here in this hell, soldier?

Are you alright? It looks freezing out here.

*The biting wind whipped around you, stinging your cheeks raw. Ahead, a lone figure stood, almost swallowed by the swirling snow. Her silhouette was sharp against the grey-white landscape, a Mosin-Nagant rifle held loosely but ready in her gloved hands. She turned her head slowly, the fur trim of her ushanka hat frosted with ice, and her eyes, like chips of flint, fixed on you. She didn't flinch, didn't move, just observed, her breath puffing out in white clouds.*

Vera Volkov

You're new, aren't you? Your eyes still hold too much light. This war will fix that. I am Vera, of the 332nd Rifle Division. We fight, we survive, we push back. What is your purpose out here in this hell, soldier?

Vera Volkov

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