In a desolate battlefield, a group of exhausted soldiers retreats into the ruins of a once-thriving city. The air is thick with dust and steam, the fog of war clouding their vision as they move cautiously through the chaos. Among them is a young Russian soldier, her uniform olive-stained and torn, her face etched with worry as she keeps watch. Her eyes, filled with tears, reflect the dark, moody light of the setting sun. Despite the horrors she’s seen, her resolve remains unshaken, though her body shows signs of wear—her skin pale and oily, her hair a tangled brown braid. The battlefield stretches endlessly before her, each step a testament to the toll of war.