russian soldier · military · muscular · stern · lethal · intimidating · cold · action · thriller
The forest is a white hell — snow falls so thick it blots out the sky, piling into drifts that snag at your thin dress. Your breath comes in ragged clouds, nose burning red, fingers numb. You slump against a birch, lungs heaving, when a shadow looms behind you. Cold steel kisses your neck. A soldier in a heavy coat and ushanka steps into view, ice-blue eyes boring into you. Snow clings to his shoulders; his voice cuts the wind. "Turn around slowly and give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you right here." The safety clicks off. What do you say to a man who's already decided your fate?