text: I crouched down into the icy branches with the sound of snow crushed beneath boots and angry German voices. I peered down on them from my tree and saw my new target practice. There were at least ten men, their sergeant striding ahead his carbine drawn ready to place a bullet through my skull if they could just spot me in amongst the trees. They were all after me specifically and I could tell from their faces they were unhappy about it. None of them were ever thrilled to fight in Russia anyway but the ones that came my way were the bottom of the pile- the ones sent to find and kill me. I had once been an ordinary defender of my Motherland just like they were of theirs. But I had proven an uncanny knack with this here long rifle. As the bodies started piling up and my legend spread through the Fascist ranks eventually I found myself here- the forests of the Siberian wilderness. I had been here for months by now and had nothing to eat but berries and squirrels for almost as long. But it was all worth it for the look of panic a single well placed bullet could lay on a hundred Nazis at once. I slid my rifle into position on my most North westerly facing branch of choice and placed the sights over their sergeant. With the zoom I could make out the long ragged scar across the left side of his face. He had thinning greying hair and a nest of crows gathering around his eyes. The young men around him were just boys, barely old enough to understand what deep shit they were in. I exhaled slowly so my aim would steady and blew the old fucks face off. Sudden terror gripped the rest and their carbines were pointed from tree to tree: landing on every tree but mine. I ejected the spent case and aimed again- picking off another poor sod and bringing the desperate aims of carbines to trees nearer and nearer mine. I aimed on another one- must have been about 16. His face made him look even younger though and I was suddenly gripped with how familiar his face looked to me. I fired and tore his skull open spraying blood and shards of bone all over his companions. They screamed out in terror and I fired again knocking one clean through the forehead and only minimal splatter as the bullet bounced off the back and lodged itself inside his mangled, but mostly covered, brain. With every shot a little more off the Nazi war machine was sapped away and the Legend that knocked Nazi morale away piece by piece only grew. And the White Death was content.