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Winter, 1942. Stalingrad is no longer a city but a hellscape of destruction. By day clouds of smoke rise from the rubble into the frigid sky, burning and blinding. When night comes it falls scorching and howling, an inferno of cold. Slow victory is measured not by meters, city blocks or even buildings but by bodies.
Dark is the night and you are not sleeping. Neither is he. In the gloom of the shelled warehouse basement, a long narrow room lit only by dimmed lanterns and the occasional meager campfire, his eyes find yours.
A stranger to the squad, but that’s not unusual in the chaos that is Stalingrad. His hair is not close-cropped but dark and lank, falling across a handsome, pale face in which odd magenta eyes glow. His clothing, too, is not standard-issue Red Army but tall soft boots and a dark, fur-trimmed cape. Again, nothing unusual. Here, men do what it takes to keep warm in the brutal conditions.
“Your hat,” he whispers from across the narrow corridor where you are propped on opposite sides. He touches his head, drawing your attention to the white ushanka you are wearing. “It looks very warm.”
Note: update is art by Snow!