Protivogaz

I was born in 1935, when the fascists in the west and the capitalists where rooting against our glorious CCCP that was only 22 years old, and just like my babushka, I could not stand the sight of the fascist tanks when they closed into my hometown of Kursk, and so, I flet towards Moskva with my friend, Dimitri.

We enrolled into the comissariat soon after and after receiving a small amount of training, we were sent to the front in Stalingrad. I've witnessed more death than death itself, I've seen men march into combat without any hopes of return, but with the flag of the motherland wrapped around them not like a shield, but as a target for the fascist capitalist scum of the west, because as one of them told me once before charging never to come back; "We put these on us so they will waste their precious bullets on us, and not on our tovarisches".

I was born in poverty, melted in the fire of war and hardened in the waters of the Iron courtain, I fear no death, nor death fears me, for we know eachother like 2 brothers from separate mothers.

For the motherland, for Vodka! URRAAAAH!