I am Victor Kovalsky, born in Moscovo, former Colonel of the Soviet army, my friends used to call me bloodhound because of my brutal combat skills, i was designated to command a little regiment the 8th wolfpack cavalary, the mission was simple, one 88 Krovnach airplane have dropped my regiment behind the enemy lines, Hans D. Von Krauser have done experiments to revive dead soldiers, the mission was to blow up the facility, recover the plans and put and end to Krauser, but all gone wrong when we hit the ground, we was in the hell on earth, the facility have been taken down by american missiles and they did not advice us, the explosion spread radiation all over the country, now we are in a nuclear winter, stuck in the hell, the embassy can't get us out, they say is too dangerous to they send a "SAR" ( Search and rescue ) team to get us out, the only choice that i have is to try to keep my soldiers alive, we still have to search and kill Krauser.


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( this fanfic will be continued soon)

(This may or may not be historically accurate with location/events and such)
I am Leon Trotsky, I survived that Mad Man Stalin, the one who holds all of the Power in Moscow. I am currently being hunted by secret Soviet operatives in the west with one goal, my assassination. I am currently somewhere in Mexico, planning my next move to evade these hitmen for another day. Who or where they are is uncertain so I must be careful of who I associate with to get out of here. Fearful for my life, I will make my escape in the night to come, slip out of town when those assassins least expect it.
-Journal Entry 84, Leon Trotsky.

I felt like writing a short story feeling a bit of inspiration from your Nuclear Winter story. Curious to know what happens; why the Americans bombed the facility without warning the Soviets, what Krauser's motives are.

I like the work that you've done around the GUN, keep it up its really good.

ICEBIRD112 wrote:

(This may or may not be historically accurate with location/events and such)
I am Leon Trotsky, I survived that Mad Man Stalin, the one who holds all of the Power in Moscow. I am currently being hunted by secret Soviet operatives in the west with one goal, my assassination. I am currently somewhere in Mexico, planning my next move to evade these hitmen for another day. Who or where they are is uncertain so I must be careful of who I associate with to get out of here. Fearful for my life, I will make my escape in the night to come, slip out of town when those assassins least expect it.
-Journal Entry 84, Leon Trotsky.

I felt like writing a short story feeling a bit of inspiration from your Nuclear Winter story. Curious to know what happens; why the Americans bombed the facility without warning the Soviets, what Krauser's motives are.

I like the work that you've done around the GUN, keep it up its really good.

Thaks mate i'm glad you like it