It was a quiet night. I looked at the stars as I lit up a cigarette, the moon shone brightly through the trees. It was unusually warm for Bolshevik, but I enjoyed it. I was on guard duty again, but since the Allies had been pushed away from this part of Russia almost completely, I really had nothing to think twice about. I was nearly drunk, but it took a lot to bring me down. I looked up at the statue of Stalin perched on top of the barracks, Here's to you 'ole buddy. I said as I took a nice long swig of brandy. The rest of the guys were inside, playing poker I guessed. Normally they would be on guard duty as well, but they were all fat and lazy. 

It was late, and I was getting very tired, so I put the AK-47 slung around my shoulder on the ground. No sooner had I set it down, when I realized something. There were no sounds at all. No crickets, no birds, just silence. My training had taught me to react to such things, so I picked up my gun. I began to creep around the barracks, looking for intruders, but there was nothing. Just then, I heard a noise. The bushes, that's where the noise was, I started to walk over. Nothing. What was going on? I was getting very afraid and confused, so I walked back to the door. I placed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner next to the door, Access Granted. A Russian female voice said as the hammer and sickle on the front split apart and the door opened. I looked at the filthy soldiers playing poker, but they didn't see me, or didn't care. All of them looked drunk or well on their way, and they all had huge cigars sticking out of their mouths. At your ready men! I yelled to the lazy, incompetent conscripts. They all stood, and tucked in their shirts. I heard something outside, I explained, We may be getting set up so I suggest you get out your gear. They all started grabbing guns and ammo, when the front door exploded and smoke went everywhere. People were yelling, in Russian and in English, I couldn't see anything, so I felt around for my gun. There was obviously a smoke bomb in here, so I knew we were being ambushed. 

I could see laser scopes through the smoke pointing everywhere, searching for a target to eliminate. I finally found my AK-47 and I started shooting wildly at the intruders. My comrades were dropping like flies. Whoever these attackers were, they were good. My dearest friend, Planktenov, yelled incredibly loud, DIE, YOU SONS OF-! He fell to the ground, hopelessly bleeding to death. I couldn't think like this, so I just ran. Somehow, I managed to find the back door through all the smoke, and some of my comrades did as well. We ran as fast as we possibly could, shooting our guns behind us. Luckily, the attackers didn't follow. I hid behind a large barrel, and the rest of my comrades went behind a dumpster. The fattest of the bunch was way behind; he was sweating like the pig he was, trying to catch up. He almost made it, when we heard a gunshot and the pig hit the ground. There's a sniper!! I yelled to the remaining soldiers. We couldn't see him; he must be in a tree. We all shot into the trees, but our bullets found nothing. The bravest of us all, Gus, began to climb on top of the dumpster saying, I'll get the nyezakon! He just got on top when we heard another gunshot and Gus's leg jerked. Gus, did you get 'em? Said a comrade. There was no reply. Gus! he said again, GUS!? Answer me! Blood dripped down the side of the dumpster. I swore loudly in Russian. I was so angry I jumped out from behind the barrel and started shooting. COME ON OUT AND FIGHT! I yelled into the night sky. 

I stopped as the barracks exploded and the head from the statue of Stalin rolled to my feet. What have we done wrong? I asked the statue. It just stared at me, as I stared at it. I didn't understand why this he had let this happen to us. A very attractive woman in a tank top and camo pants came out from behind the barracks's ruins. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. She started grinning as she pulled out two .45's and pointed them at me. My smile disappeared. Her finger moved, she pulled the triggers, still grinning, as if happy to kill someone. I heard the gunshot, but the sound slowed down, and became muffled. The sound didn't go away, and everything turned white. Just white. I was still standing, and I could see myself lying on the ground, with my eyes and mouth wide open, and a pool of blood forming around me. Then I fell, as if the ground beneath my feet disappeared. I fell and I didn't stop falling. I fell into white, into nothingness. Oblivion.