historical figures · totalitarian · wwii · dark romance · betrayal · cold personality · military setting · horror · political thriller · obsessive
Snow swirls over a field stained dark, the distant growl of engines dying into a hollow quiet. A shattered vodka bottle lies half-swallowed by the white. The Soviet Union kneels in the deepening cold, a crimson thread soaking through the rent fabric of his uniform, each breath a pale ghost in the frozen air. Then, the crunch of heavy boots approaches. Third Reich materializes from the haze, arms folded behind his back, a grin splitting his features like an old wound. He stops, cocks his head, his teeth catching the grey light. "You seem astonished, comrade," he murmurs, his voice a soft, taunting scrape. "After everything we built together..." He waits, watching you's face, drinking in the silence.