23 August, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

In a move that has shocked the political mankind at bombastic ; the politics of Germany and the Union of Soviet Socialist commonwealth have concluded and signed a pact of mutual non-aggression. The turn instruction of many worldly concern loss leader has ranged across the spectrum, from unity of rejoicing that the prospects of another great war in Europe has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more information or are involved in a series of ‘ intense discussion'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

Ladies and gentlemen today it is my sad obligation to denote that war has returned to the continent of Europe as on this day the build up strength of Germany have invaded western Polska. Heavy combat is reported by all sides, with Germany announcing ‘ rich, monolithic and drag in penetration'by its armed military unit. Allegedly the shine army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers and the government has fled the commonwealth for mental institution in Romania. Unofficial write up from radio operators in Poland speak of continued resistance that is ‘ stout, secure and fix'in the aspect of the unprovoked aggression of Germany.

Many world leaders have strongly denounced this aggressiveness on the part of the government of Germany, with France, Britain and the United States of America demanding that the United States Army of FRG end all hostilities at once. This is to be followed by climb-down to the original border, while an international mediation via the conference of Nations occurs to settle the affair of hostilities between the respective governments.

No comment has been relayed from the German government.


3 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

On this day the crisis in European Union has grown exponentially, with the authorities of Anatole France and Britain officially declaring war upon the regime of Federal Republic of Germany for the invasion of Republic of Poland. contact within the several armed forces and governing section tell that armed intervention in Poland, and the manoeuver territorial invasion of Federal Republic of Germany ‘ shall occur within a hand reckoning of 24-hour interval, or at most, before the next two weeks are over.'

The fight continues on, with the government of Germany reporting more and to a greater extent soil gained with each passing hour, while Polish sources report the main thrust of the German blitz has been blunted, but that the nation casualties have been high. The proclamation of the proclamation of war by Anatole France and Britain has brought renewed Leslie Townes Hope for the hem in nation.


17 Sept, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a motility of conspicuous self-interest and aggression the armies of the matrimony of Soviet Socialist Republics have invaded eastern Republic of Poland. The illustration of the USSR declared that the move is to ensure that law and order and stability are maintained in the cheek of the ended flop of the round off government. Within hours the move had been condemned by virtually members of the conference of Nations…


5 Oct, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Poland has officially ceased to exist according to the regime of Germany and the Soviet Union. The little nations of Latvia, Lietuva and Estonia have been annexed by the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ reciprocal defense reaction treaty'with the central communist government of Russia….

Unconfirmed reports citation that officials from Republic of Finland have been invited to Moscow for ‘ discussion of a most specific nature concerning the common United States Department of Defense of both countries.'One sometime high-level military machine officer explained that usually means ‘ capital of the Russian Federation makes the menace and Finland will reach concessions, or there shall be war in the end…'


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trench in the Charles Martin Hall of STAVKA, Supreme Headquarters for the armed forces of the USSR, the tack leaders stand at attention as the lone man walked calmly in the door and silently proceeded to the head of the farseeing, map-covered table.

His every footfall echoed like scag across the room, and heightened the thickly tension that was further magnified by his aura of force, agency, mercilessness and finding. He reveled in the fear that radiated from all of those present, for all knew with a simple gesture, a nod, or one spoken word, he could make or weaken any or all of their career, send them to the gulag for life, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his tush he motioned for all to sit and began to explain the subject at bridge player."familiar, the conquest of Republic of Poland and the annexation of Latvia, Lietuva and Estonia are nearing windup. The antediluvian territorial dominion of our peachy Rodinia are nearly double-dyed, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous offers to them, the lackeys of the Imperialist westward, especially those of Britain, who ‘ govern'in Finland, have slapped aside the hand of communist generosity."

"companion, as of now I am instructing all of you to enact the plans we have prepared for such an eventuality,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his fist as his eyes, cold and gray, blazed with fury and fury at the regime who has defied him since he was forced to contract the 1921 Treaty of Tartu forced upon the peaceful people of the USSR by the decrepit and Imperialist-led League of Nations.

"fellow, explain to me again every particular of the plans as they exist at this clip, do not provide out one point,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, penis of the revere state of matter Security apparatus, to watch for the first base breath of defeatism, vacillation or anything that may be construed as treason. For those so suspect the results would be publically declared ‘ a hushed and well gain retirement'…

Something that all at the mesa, especially the man who inspired such awe and terror in all about him, knew to signify ‘ end by firing squad.'

For that lone man, PM Joseph Joseph Stalin, he wanted it no former way. He and he alone ruled in the USSR, and he held the destiny of all in his workforce alone.

For nearly twenty years he had fumed over the humiliation Republic of Finland and her Imperialist backers had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will have his revenge and have the proper lands of the Old Russian tsar's restored to the mother country, under proper communist counsel of course.

He listened as the point were explained over several hr, with only one modest addition proposed to ensure there will be no doubt as to ‘ Suomi aggression'being the reason of the coming invasion."Make it so,"said Stalin.


31 October, 1939 ( headline )

Today before the assembly of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign Minister Perm, for the starting time time in public announced the terminus ‘ requested'of the government of Finland to ‘ assure the defenses of the peaceful citizenry of the conglutination of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ petition,'a civil terminus for what near people in the democratic nations of the world will scream ‘ demands at the point of a gun'were for land to be leased for thirty years, or transferred directly into the hands of the USSR while the government of Finland would receive in proceeds land that is barren and worthless. German language premier Adolph Der Fuhrer has called upon the multitude of Suomi and their loss leader to accept the terms peacefully while time remains for them to do so…

phonograph needle to say, the message of ‘ while time remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased stress in a continent already at war between the Allies and the axis top executive.


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Stephen half-listened to the news coming from the daily radio broadcasts that detailed the electric current shape up of tension between Finland and Russia. Day by day the negotiation had been summarized in the typical way of Joseph Stalin and his cohorts…

"Agree to our terms with no compromise or face up the clenched fist of sword from our armies."That is the message they have sent before, when Suomi finally won its independence at the end of the Great War.

Memories of that ferocious sentence played across his brain as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its perfect aim and residue, custom-built as a birthday present to one especial to him, will form her one of the greatest of hunter ever to stalk game in the Wood. The new scope mounted to it was commissioned by a protagonist of his, whose invention were a propagation or to a greater extent ahead of their time.

Sir Leslie Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to gather the final spirit of how smooth out it will play when clip was of the nitty-gritty - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner party. No flaw could be found, no blemish, no fault in his keen creation of all the piece he has handcrafted in his lifetime as an armorer, soldier, hunter and…dealer in commodity and clobber skillful left unexplained and preferably never found by broker of the law.

He and his friends had prepared to the best they could…let the Russians come, the hornets nest waits…

Pleased with the rifle he slid it into its white-fur-lined scabbard and repeat checked the harness for any fault. Again he found none, his friends having done their workplace to absolute perfection.

"She will love this rifle,"Stephen said as he mulled over the coming result,"her natal day is on the 30th of November. I will be there and show her how to hunt with her new rifle ; she will hunt as never before until all know her name."

All too soon Stephen would come to infer the prophetic whole step of his words. For that rifle will be wielded by one to become a legend…


24 Nov, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Tensions continue to build between the government of Finland and the Russia as two rejoinder proposal of marriage were made to bump an honorable solution to the demand of Moscow. Both proposals were summarily rejected as being completely unacceptable on the premiss they would leave the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics completely vulnerable in the part of Petrograd.

All diplomatical ties between Finland and the Soviet Union have been severed by the divergence of the Suomi party after being ordered family to Helsinki for ‘ consultations.'


26 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Unconfirmed composition coming from the political party news Robert William Service of the Russia have declared a ‘ surprise and dastardly fire on Russian territory has occurred by units of the fascistic authorities of Finland upon instructions by their passkey, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign pastor Molotov has condemned this ‘ massacre of Russian youth and devastation of much Russian story in the margin settlement of Mainila…

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"My cuss familiar,"declared the legendary ‘ man of steel,'Premier Stalin to the Soviet highschool control who stood at attention before the mesa where he sat."talks have fallen through with the Fascist governance of Suomi, and now we have this unprovoked assault upon our homeland. As per plan already prepared for such an natural event, the orders are henceforward given to you and your troops…just before dawn on 30 November the bang-up army of the conjugation of Soviet Socialist Republics shall invade Finland and emancipate her oppressed masses who cry for freedom under a proper communist government."

His anger flared hot in his eyes and iron-cold in his speech as he slammed his hired man on the hard mesa,"I will be very brighten in this matter. bankruptcy will not be tolerated ; the slightest sign of incompetency, fearful military action and perfidy against the party or the state will imply sum-up executing by the NKVD. All orders and plans made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

Needless to say everyone got the message.

Stalin grinned and reveled in the absolute fear the men around him displayed. HE was in control, the master of all in Soviet Union to do with as he pleased.

Soon enough the disgrace inflicted upon him by Finland so long ago will be avenged, a dark spot on his savage reputation. Everyone present knew that the give-and-take he spoke of go bad negotiations were mere window dressing, for the might of four Russian US Army corporation was in place at key crossing distributor point along the Finland - Russian border.

encroachment had been inevitable for some clip, and the Fin's would pay for their obstinacy in attack and blood.



30 November 1939 rear-area of Russian one-ninth Army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the borderline region from the wooded rooftree just shy of the Finnish-Russian border. The small village, little more than a hamlet not even desirable of a mark on any official map, showed at the limits of his binoculars, just one more fry obstruction for the grand release of Suomi that will be erased in a few More minutes.

He turned to the regimental commanders who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his final instructions in the great movement that is to commence. Each order was repeated back in precise detail to him and to the division's head commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( State security system ). All of the ship's officer knew that one trip, one nonstarter, one infraction, or the appearance of any of the aforementioned, can become grounds for summary executing by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glance at the freshly turned Earth that marked XXX graves of fellow officers who were shot an hour ago for ‘ unfitting lack of fighting spirit for the cause of the state.'

"Comrades,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered policeman,"our air division has been granted the honor of spearheading the crusade in the liberation of our commie brethren from the fascists who currently rule Suomi. As you know, less than 72 minute ago, our sovereign soil was violated in a border clangour designed to provoke the world's sympathy for the brigand leaders of Suomi and thus wrick them against our honorable leader companion Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and forth around the officers, as one would expect of a rancher or Fannie Merritt Farmer inspecting his prized collection of oxen and confidential information before sending them to market. He went on with his speech,"Comrades, each of us will execute our parts to idol, and we will assert radio muteness as per Army main office orders until learn otherwise. Use the motorbike couriers you have well and with due diligence, no chance to crush the enemy must be wasted."

He hammered his clenched fist into his gloved hand,"stop number, electrical shock and unrelenting pressure, this is how we shall split this subdivision of the front line wide-cut open and advance ever onward. All prisoners taken are to be sent to our Comrade of State certificate unless directed, as per orderliness signed by Premier Comrade Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by fiat of Major-General Commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled graves to one slope of the gathered officers,"Understand, there is to be no retreat or surrender,"his voice deepened as his furore mounted,"those who do so are guilty of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these double-dealer to the Department of State have been portion out with."

"Now return to your regiments and get ready to sweep the boundary line as per plans,"he watched the officers salute and flee for their staff vehicles like a panicked assemblage of rabbits in the stack of a circle of hawks on the hunt.

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Stephen had just crested the diminished hills summit when he heard the first thundering of artillery unleashed from across the border. He watched in horror as blast after crushing blast of carom eggshell and Eruca vesicaria sativa landed around the hamlet of summer Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's birthday party is taking place, a day of joy and happiness as his homeland neared war that no one wanted to let happen.

Sadly, as the swarm of dope and churned solid ground merged with the watchword and screams of his family and friends, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped nowadays he had spent so many calendar month crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the tears flow down his impertinence as he watched his reality taken from him for the second fourth dimension in his life by warfare.


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Her public spun in a fog of annoyance and vertigo as she struggled to open her eyes. The placate crackling of a ardor flooded her ears and the mixture of cooking center, burning forest and former odors assaulted her sense of flavour with overwhelming force. She struggled to rise, slowly lifting herself onto her elbows and then falling back to the primer coat still enshrouded by the thick mantle mortal had put over her while she was unconscious mind.

A design leaned down next to her and handed her a cup of cold water system that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its chilled descent into her parched mouth and throat.

"Easy Nikkei, loose there take your time,"Stephen said as he helped her sit up. He checked the large bruise she had on her forehead and chuckled as she swatted at him when he touched one sore spot after another."You will be delicately Nikkei ; at the to the lowest degree I still have my granddaughter with me."

"Grandpa what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his finally words he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mama and pa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the saying that showed upon his face, understanding at cobbler's last what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandfather, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his branch as he drew her closing curtain. She broke down completely, the sobs coming gruelling and fast for the loss of her entire family."Why gramps, why did this own to happen ?"

"I don't know Nikkei, I honestly don't know,"Stephen said as he rocked her back and forth.

Actually he did know, having followed the intense talks between the Finnish-Soviet governments. Each day the Russia had become more and more demanding in the concessions it sought, making it clear with none-too-subtle threats and motion that war would be the effect save for consummate and unconditioned yielding of all territorial reserve demands made…a chain of need that Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like most in the Hamlet, had hoped for common sense and peace to come about. So it was that Nikkei's 18th birthday offered a time to celebrate and for the community to forget about the outside worldly concern for a short-circuit time…then the bombardment arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every building in the area.

Only Nikkei survived due to her having been flung like a ragdoll into an irrigation ditch. Stephen had found her half frozen and brought her to one of the belittled cabins in the wooded J. J. Hill he called home, hoping to figure out how to get her to prophylactic when she could travel again.

Nikkei pointed to the bounds bundle next to Sir Leslie Stephen and asked,"granddaddy, what is that you have there ?"

He looked into her pain-filled middle, glad for something to disorder her even for a forgetful time from the crushing loss of all that she had known."This is my birthday natural endowment for you Nikkei, just as I promised to make hold up year, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Stephen untied the parcel and removed a rifle scabbard from beneath the canvas. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a pansy of some forgotten kingdom worthy of a rarefied and wanted natural endowment from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the cushy leather covered in lily-white fur. The rifles stock, made of finely lacquered forest carved in detail images of her hunting in the deep woodwind spoke of Sir Leslie Stephen's skill as a master gun maker and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it free of the scabbard and examined it for some time, feeling the exact balance and form that already felt a instinctive extension of her. The telescopic mickle glistened in the mild firelight, and she spotted the signature tune of an old friend of her granddaddy, a man who made masterwork optics superior to even the fine made in Germany.

Two wondrous gem for her birthday ; such a award of wealth she felt unworthy of possessing let unequalled being capable to support in her hands.

"grandad I can't claim this, it's more desirable in your hands…"she shushed as Sir Leslie Stephen shook his head.

"You saved me from that bear death year Nikkei,"he said with a smile. He had made one mistake on the hunt he had taken her on, one moment of carelessness in which the bear reared up and threatened his aliveness. Nikkei proved the quicker though, as she placed three slugs into the bears heart and soul and head and thus mortally wounded the brute. It still fought on for some meter before it succumbed, but in restitution for saving him, Stephen promised Nikkei he would craft a rifle worthy of her phenomenal skills.

"I wish mama and dada could have seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the truth slammed home hard in her spunk. Her kin is gone forever, as are her friends, all save for Stephen. Something deep in her person snapped, flooding her with a fiery firmness of purpose that consumed her in an instant. The beasts who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"Grandpa, where are the fiend who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her voice filled with ira and rage none could possess dreamed existed. None save for Stephen who had long recognized the Same traits in her that he had, and empathise cypher will go for her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no affair if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his caput, recalling the time back in the conflict of 1918 when Suomi won its independence from the czar's of Russia, and the times of trouble which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a time he fought as a partisan behind the lines, becoming such a scourge on his opposition that they called him ‘ trace Bear.'

"And so chronicle will recur itself…"he whispered. That drew a curious smell from Nikkei who still waited for his answer.

"Nikkei we are going to get you to safety and then I and some friends will begin to struggle these monster, I will not lose…oh why I even bother…'He snorted and rolled his eyes to the heavens as she struggled to stand up up and storm out of the low cabin to go it alone."God above, she is more like me than even her Mama could have figured…"

"Nikkei hold on there,"he grabbed her as she began to collapse to the trading floor, still woozy from the blow to her head."Fine then, I have a few things to get set up for our hunt, we will be partisans then here in our orbit of the woods and hills ; one thing emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those fiend out of our homeland."

"fine grandpa,"Nikkei said as she wrapped up once again in the thick cover."We do it your way, just so long as I get to kill Russians…"her words became unintelligible as she drifted off into slumber.


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Stephen headed off into the woods, making contact with some old friends who dealt in matters best left unmentioned in the presence of the authorities. They had prepared for the fortune of war coming, establishing caches of arms and other gear around the arena for a striation of partizan to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ ghostwriter Bear'will enter into war and make his foe pay for their crime in blood.

He continued on into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, seeking a position where his personal stash of ‘ special commodity'waited recovery.

As the destination came into sight, little more than than a cluster of rocks and shrubs covering a small cavern in their profundity he reached into his coating and rested his deal upon the hilt of his hunting tongue. The shadowy odor of cigar tobacco filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing endorse, soon to be joined with the cushy crush - crunching of several couplet of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby shrub and trees, concealing himself so as to appear as little more than another low clump of rock 'n' roll at the al-Qa'ida of a right northern pine as the people who followed him closed in, step by footstep, and into striking distance of his ambush…

Lightning fast he slammed his cubital joint into the gut of the man who had snuck up behind him, following up with a clenched fist to his enemy throat, as he grabbed the man by his coat and dragged him to the ground. Stephen pulled out his knife to give birth the death blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

Captain Ray Robinson of the Finnish US Army grinned and looked at Stephen,"You have not lost any of the acquisition you taught all of us those geezerhood ago Colonel Stephen. Now if you don't mind, let me up and I will betoken my men not to try and shoot you…"

"Like they really could get that close,"Stephen snorted,"I heard them from a half kilometer off. You learned the lessons well, but apparently your own students have not. Now why are you here Captain, and delight I am just Stephen now, no longer a colonel of the army…or will I be again."

"Stephen is it then,"began Robinson,"we're here to scout and provoke the advancing Soviet regular army as it heads up the road. mortal has to stay behind and suit partisans, though from the grin on your face I assume you already have begun that chore ?"

"In a manner of speaking,"Stephen filled in his old student and friend in on his program."Right now I am off to meet others in the sphere who will find out and strike as they can. Even in our free lance way, we can work together and make the Russians lifetime a life hell."

Robinson nodded as he caught the subtle custom of ‘ we'in his last prison term, apprisal of another who will run the Russians with Stephen.

"funfair enough Sir Leslie Stephen,"Jack Roosevelt Robinson said as his men advanced, shocked to see their drawing card talking to an old man who appeared to come out of nowhere. He looked at Stephen and asked of his old Quaker,"So then, what name will our mysterious hunter be called ?"

Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Charles Percy Snow Fox, for we will demonstrate the true craftiness us quint have when on our home ground. Now I have to get a few other matter done and ‘ acquired'then the hunt will begin."

So it was, after a spry handshake, the men departed.


3 December 1939 near front line of Russian 163rd infantry part


Major Joseph stood by the armored staff car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his appreciation. His superscript in the NKVD ( body politic Security ) had made his instructions painfully clear-cut ; retain a stopping point eye on the natural action of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his driver, courier and personal bodyguard out in the field. Failure in any way will result in summary execution.

Over a twelve Thomas More soldiers, Danton True Young lieutenants and captains, stood around or waited in their own staff railcar for program line from the full general. Almost all of them gazed from time to time to the advancing melodic phrase of trucks, armored combat vehicle and tank-riding infantry that snaked its way along the undivided road ever deeper into Finland. The distant ground-shaking bellowing of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than background haphazardness in the fourth day of their lightning fasting ( sort of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood senior high upon the hood of his car as he scanned the visible horizon with his fine binoculars, a gift from his grandfather many long long time past. His foiling mounted by the arcminute at the stubbornness of the Finnish withstander who have defied his ability to smash through them for the end three twenty-four hours. Three days and his naval division were barely XX miles across the border.

"fastness, pep pill and ever more speed. That is how we win this war, speed, shock and uncompromising aggressiveness against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, ensure that all regimental and crushed commandant understand the orders. Unrelenting pressure, there will be no more crawfish out or moving other than at the enemy ahead. Any failures and I will personally shoot the policeman myself if need be."

The captain repeated back his operating instructions, saluted and retreated to his faculty car, which tore off down the road with due rush to guarantee the subject matter was received and duly carried out.

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his segmentation slowly crawl down the road."The Finnish ass-kisser's of the Imperialist West and Capitalists will learn what it means to defy the Soviet Union. We will take back what is rightfully ours since long before the Revolution began. They wanted war, so now they shall birth it and we will rebuild their society into a rightful Communist country as it should be."

His mood suddenly brightened at the sight of a of a shelling of truck-mounted rocket launchers and two batteries of artillery moved off the route and began to set up for firing at butt located by his talent scout. So very much firepower being prepare meant that at to the lowest degree a battalion or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to create a dire last stand against his armor and foot tearing ever deeper into their homeland.

The sound of a motorbike informed him that a messenger had arrived, and he nodded in expiation as the man stopped his bicycle, handed his note to Captain Dima who double-timed it to the cosmopolitan. When he read the note, Major-General Bogdan felt his blood boiling point as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another motorbike mounted messenger to actuate forward and secernate his divisional military headquarters to push his three steer regiments forward with all swiftness or face execution at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute radio muteness'that came from his higher-up at army HQ's fifty dollar bill or to a greater extent knot behind his division."damn them for their defiance to the motive of the mother country !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the management of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another elderly police officer smiled at the absolute rage of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this officeholder smiled, all the attendant military officer of the worldwide cringed, instantly coming to tending and saluting, if only to salvage their own lives, not knowing death stalked all of them from another position…



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"Say what you will that one has a bit of a temperament problem,"Stephen said as he eased the binoculars down from his eyes. Clad in solid-white winter clothing his centre shifted across the sensible horizon and then across the acres before him. Even the slightest movement drew his attention as he quickly dismissed it as the wind, an beast or a Russian Soldier moving around on some mission or another.

He watched a second police officer, probably the NKVD counterpart of the military officer who stood atop his machine goon, promenade with pure arrogance and insolence becoming of a Commissar of high membership over to the vehicle and climb upon the hoodlum as well. The remaining police officer stood at a respectable space, all save for the officer's driver who looked and moved like a pocket-sized terrier determined to protect its master from a coterie of ravenous wolves.


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"Yes comrade they do have it coming for their defiance to the pauperism of the motherland,"said Major full general Vitaly, Political commissar for the division of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite word approaching of some resistor run into by your leading elements."

"comrade commissar it is good to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his fellow the best salute he could manage."We are pushing hard for our days objective and I have ordered the men to tug all the harder. There is some reported resistivity, yet we shall labour strong than before and shatter them completely. In shortly gild any prisoners will be in your mitt, as they should be, and we shall be one step closer to flying the flag of International Communism high over this res publica of defiant banditti."


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To Sir Leslie Stephen left, slightly mellow up upon the craggy sight of Harlan Fiske Stone and shrubs among the bang-up pine forest a pair of blue eye stared at the officers through the orbit of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the scope and made some min modification, allowing her to consider with the mountain range, wind and other variable star to come in her shot right on butt when the moment arrived.

Both officers on the cars hood turned to watching the sensible horizon through their binoculars.

She drew the crosshairs level with the newly arrived officer's skull, and braced the rifles stock against her shoulder while resting her finger on the trigger.

"I'm going for them gramps,"Nikkei whispered to Stephen, who nodded in response.

One final calculation of the range and all variables flowed through her brain as she squeezed the trigger…


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the heavy ordnance sounded off, the loudly roaring of the howitzers merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha Eruca sativa tearing off from their truck-mounted launchers. He shook his fist in delight, imagining the carnage beginning to pass on the hapless Suomi USA regulars'just km ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the side of his heading, left arm and chest.


He turned in time to see the physical structure of Major-General Vitaly flop to the ground with all of the Grace of a slaughter wild boar. The good deal of the gaping wound left from the hummer his header had intercepted caused Bogdan to immobilise, unable to make a motion, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that last was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

Major Joseph leapt upon the car cowling and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The slug meant for the universal took the man in the back, severed his rachis and ruptured his heart and soul, dead before he and the universal plummeted to the ground, sheltered by the armored car from the snipers fire.

topsy-turvyness reigned in the superior general unit as some of the men ran to help Major-General Bogdan and the fallen commissar and major Chief Joseph. The rest dove for the cheeseparing cover they could find and returned fire with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper emplacement as the field artillery continued to boom away and take a shit it nearly unsufferable for one man to listen another even ending up.

With mechanically skillful efficiency, one officer after another flopped to the ground, a single red lesion found in their torn pharynx or skulls. In less than two minutes, as the artillery unit fell silent once again and their bunch commenced preparations to move on down the road, thirteen men lay dead on ground, while the survivor huddled in the protective shadow of cover, not daring to actuate or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer carnage wrecked by some unknown foes in such a shortly duet of clock time. It was over a half-hour before he regained his composure and shouted out orders to move the unit to his divisions central office and even longer to advise U. S. Army Headquarters of the release of Major-General Vitaly.

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"come Nikkei its time to leave and quickly,"Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the death of many ‘ gifts'he had set out earlier to further punish the Russians when they came to investigate the arena. As he considered the carnage to come from his ‘ gifts,'Sir Leslie Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the forest little more than Gemini shade headed to one of many temporary protection they will come to use in the weeks and month ahead.


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The sight of the snaking track of tanks, trucks, artillery unit and infantry which pushed ever inscrutable into his homeland sickened headwaiter Jackie Robinson. He wondered how lots of a hazard his nation honestly had to stop this unyielding peck of metal and men bent upon the ended conquest of Finland.

One of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed down to the roadside where a force of infantry began to conglomerate under the enraged monastic order of policeman watched by stern-eyed NKVD Commissars. Some of the officers, led by a Commissar John R. Major, examined one arena of ground and the consistency left behind after some kind of ambush had occurred.

A agile tally of the infantry told him that he and his men faced a reinforced company of Russian soldiers, who began to disseminate out. Some marched unto a small crag of gemstone and shrubs while the rest headed towards Jackie Robinson and his men at a rattling walk. He could see that the members of this secondly band were hesitant and on border, though their fears of the commissars outweighed any danger from the woodland ahead of them.


captain Jackie Robinson and his handful of men dropped down under cover as a diminished explosion erupted from that rocky crag, felling over a dozen Russian soldiers. Chaos erupted as a secondment blast erupted, unleashing a wave of metallic element bit, nails, and other missile that wounded a musical score and five of men. The surviving infantry began to give notice at random into the woods with rifles and sub-machineguns as fast as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the woods edge, only to have their ragged formation shattered by a chemical chain of gust triggered by hidden tripwires. Pillars of skunk and tossed dirt rose as men fell to the flat coat seeking cover, dead or dying.

"Now men, now, hold them down while we can !"Captain Edwin Arlington Robinson shouted to his men as the perfect prison term for a improvise ambush had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four short motorcar grease-gun which scythed across the Russian infantry, felling them one after another after another.

In to a lesser extent than a minute the battle was over and his men swarmed among the utter Russians to gather rifles, ammo and anything of worth in the way of armed forces intelligence they could find. Two minutes after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woods, where two hours and seven kilometre away the captain examined a set of orders to the NKVD Commissar Major to ‘ discovery and neutralize the banditti who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 former officers.'

"15 officer and they left behind a chain of booby snare for their pursuers ?"sergeant Jermaine, the adjutant of Captain Robinson, whistled softly and shook his head word in incredulity."Who could possibly have done that ?"

"I'll tell you who did this,"skipper Robinson said with a look of amazement on his face,"It was the work of the Snow Fox. I need a runner to get the information we have back to our side of the lines, and get it there on the double."

captain Robert Robinson watched the courier ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. Quiet as the still air around them they departed, determined to find out and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to name life as miserable for them as possible.


7-8 December, 1939 Sweden - unknown manor menage

Swedish prime rector Hansson looked out the depository library window upon a domain covered in Snow and for a moment dreamed that the human race was still at peace treaty. He sighed, knowing that such a dream is finished for many a year to come since another great war has erupted.

Turning back to his two other client he looked upon his old admirer Ryti, prime quantity Minister of Finland and here on ‘ private matters'for his country."Will the damage be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

Prime minister of religion Ryti looked at the third gentleman in the room, a man of ruthless ambition and ill-concealed avarice. No matter the absolute contempt he held for this man, Finland needed the weapons and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the less of two evils to save his home."It will be acceptable, as per the terms we have agreed upon."

"Very sound then,"the tertiary man declared as he stood and adjusted his coat,"have the money transferred into my Swiss people accounts by the usual means ; just to be unclutter, this merging never happened and I will deny any and all honorable mention of it in public. I am helping you due to the fact I hate the Russians more than anything else."

With that the man, German language Marshall Herman Goring departed for his flight home.



7-8 December, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth Army Corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little to a greater extent than a renovated shack, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its go shaft of luminance before departing below the horizon and allowing the Nox to embrace the land in its bobby pin. She put the blanket back into property, to stay fresh even the tenuous firelight from escaping into the extraneous world. She looked to the cabin door and wondered when Stephen would be back from ‘ meeting with some friend nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with majuscule care, determined to ensure that the weapon system of her retaliation was kept in perfect condition for the side by side ambush set by Stephen and her. tone by footstep as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each part in turn, ensuring that not one speck of dirt, sand, or anything could jam or plug it up at the moment when she would need it most.

The humble radio Stephen had somehow generate his hands upon whispered news of the external world between the static-filled watchword of the aurora borealis dancing command overhead. What intelligence came from functionary seed among the Northern and European stations painted a raw future for her homeland, as four massive army groups have crossed the edge from north to south, seeking to curb the entire nation.

To the South, on the Carelian Isthmus the Russians have pushed the Suomi US Army back to the Mannerheim argumentation. A massive artillery outpouring, nearly two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in length if the reports are to be believed, preceded a massed infantry Assault in the region of Taipale supported with regimental strength artillery unit, rocket-fire, forward pass bombing and loudspeakers used to circularise calls for surrender of the Finnish army until they were shot apart by Finnish snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to hear the news of the Finnish regular army had dug in deep, with well sighted gun and weapons, and then ripped apart the Russians Assault. Casualties from the carnage were estimated at 5000 dead Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 prisoner. Curiously she heard about the crushing defeat made against the Russian armor, some lxxx tank destroyed or handicapped and captured.

She and Stephen had seen a few such storage tank moving along the lone road that linked Russia and their army that advanced slowly into Suomi. Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the metal beasts, though she respected what they could do, the tidy sum of the gasoline-filled fuel tympan mounted on the back deck of cards of them gave her an idea of how to stop one…literally it would go up in flames…

And portion of the ‘ special ammo'prepared for her by Stephen and his Friend would do that job quite nicely.

Nikkei looked at the small trio of bottles tied to her battalion, each one prepared to present another lethal surprise on any armor wildcat or vehicle when assailed during an surprise plan of attack. Stephen had been rather dubious about the mind when she suggested it, but on the constrict secondary roads in the midst wood, five burned out motortruck and a armoured car testified to its simplistic and brutal efficiency.

Once she had finished her forethought for the rifle she gently traced the newest markings burned into the wooden broth. Each mark was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in size of it, and representing a single kill she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her homeland. twenty-four little foxes, 24 killing, some of them the motorbike messenger being used to carry club between Russian Headquarters.

The final messenger had turned out to be the most vital one to particular date. She and Stephen had been crossing one of the subaltern route during a light snow with her in the atomic number 82, and covering Stephen after she reached the far side. No sooner had she prepared her rifle the courier came tearing around a bend in the road. She had aimed and shot him down without a endorse hesitation, and thus gained both of them a usable motorbike and the critical goods in the messenger satchel case.


Long into the night Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any curious Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value military machine code and communiqués, orders of struggle and provision position - it detailed the low grade of viands and ammo among the Russian army unit in this area.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this stuff to some ‘ friend in high topographic point'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some exceptional operating instructions : if he is not back by the number 1 ray of dayspring the next day, or at the kickoff sighting of a Russian, she is to take flight at once and headland for one of the six tidy sum he described. Of course if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ activate'the small-scale surprise contained in the cabin for the stunned Russians.

Her sleep that nighttime was fitful and tormented by incubus of strange things coming out of the mists she could not remember after being woken by a flight of steps of Soviet Air Force bombers and fighter overhead. She took a acme out the small windowpane facing to the east and hoped against Leslie Townes Hope to see Sir Leslie Stephen coming up the track in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the sight of four score Russian foot advancing at a steady pace towards the cabin.


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"Keep down and watch, no one make any noise that may bring in them down upon us,"Stephen whispered to the men who accompanied him. When Hannu, Kalevi, Joni and their partisans nodded he turned back to watch over the band of Russians advancing towards the cabin in which Nikkei sheltered. He could only implore she had already fled for one of the other meeting seat and will wait there for him.

cadence by meter the soldiers advanced and spread out to circle the cabin under the iron-hard gaze of the whole'commissars. If anyone remained inside the cabin there will be no hazard for them to escape, and the supplies needed by the zealot will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her outstanding pelage, slipped on her gang and rifle scabbard, and prayed as never before in her lifespan as she struck a catch and held it to the length of fuse-cord leading to Stephens footling surprise for the fast approaching Russians.

Once the corduroy started to hiss and burn, she dropped it to the terra firma and fled the cabin, cleared the small ridge behind it and commenced a zig run for safety. She used every lineament of the terrain and forest to give her any cover, anything to sustain her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a clustering of trees she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At least I didn't forget my snowshoes,"she said. Nikkei looked back at the small ridge running behind the cabin and decided that she had to get her skis if possible, orders or no purchase order from her grandpa.

She moved as silent as a ghost and with the grace of a deer across the land. Her science in doing so had been perfected over long age of hunting and practice with Stephen, and on occasion when he travelled to throw a purchase or make a quite a little that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially someone connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the peak she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her bulge to ensure the spear carrier cartridge were ready if she needed them. metre by measure she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the crest of the ridge, propped herself up on her elbows and gazed upon the Russians below who had just arrived at the old cabin.

She softly cursed at the fact of Stephen surprise for the Russians had not yet gone off, and wondered what had gone wrong with it. Then and there she knew her skis are chronicle as there are far too many Russian soldiers to fight…


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Stephen pulled back behind the shelter of the tree as he reloaded his Suomi KP-31 sub-machinegun, and sent out a barrage of curses and insult so blue the demesne should have melted away. A slug tore a chunk out of the tree mere cm from his font as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Thomson and fired off little bursts into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

bit before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into position to take down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though high-risk, they have to strike at their enemy, the provision cached away beneath the cabins floorboards are needed by the topical anesthetic partizan forces.

Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni, along with a twelve other partisans stayed back to secure their escape route if the conflict turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden arrival of two Russian infantry companies, roughly 300 men tote up. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the cover of the tree and to fire on the advancing military group.

Roughly forty or more Russians fell to the first barrage fire of humble blazon ardour as two illumination machine guns scythed across them like a reaper in a wheat flying field. hired man grenades added to the mass murder being wrought as blast after flesh-rending flack shattered the lede Russians esprit de corps, sending them howling back down the trail…

Only to be systematically shot down by their Political commissar who called them cowards and deserters.

acerate leaf to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to turn over around and subscribe to their probability with the Finnish zealot.

Sir Leslie Stephen reloaded his Suomi three more times before his ammo was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to advance at a very cautious pace. His shooting iron came out and he moved from concealment to cover, hunting the Russians. The showtime one emerged into his view and became the first prey he took…

In a flurry of gesture Sir Leslie Stephen cut down one Russian soldier after another as he moved among them, each of his Lahti pistols becoming an extension of him. One guesswork, one kill, the Lapp pattern delivered with tranquil precision. A clustering of Russian solders charged at him from the wood as he calmly reloaded his shooting iron, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest of death on his foes.

Despite his herculean effort, the battle turned against the partisans.

cadence by cadence they had to ease up ground, pushed back by the sheer system of weights of numbers that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their foe kept on coming out of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, an unending cascade of angry opposition determined to stomp out their persecutor, even as the dead mounted in mountain upon fallen heap of shattered flesh and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had enough sense to scrub the ambuscade and get their men to condom. As even more Russians advanced up the nerve pathway to reinforce the tattered units fighting the partisans, Stephen knew in his heart that he will not be leaving this fight alive…

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to safety, and that his sin of being a smuggler of subdivision and other semi-illegal goods could be forgiven when he stood before the judging throne of God. He did not pray for a miracle, knowing that such is beyond his portion to deserve…

Though that is exactly what happened…


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Nikkei watched as a terzetto of officers ran around and shouted Holy Order at their men to travel rapidly off to join the battle down the trail. None of the soldiers seemed unforced to head that way, having come to honor and venerate the science of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weight of number on their side could the officers make them take the first step back down the trail.

One officer, a political commissar if she understood his rank correctly, argued with the early two, who appeared to be commissars as well, about the pauperism to prehend the cabin and any supplies that remained within it. After that, they could then go and join their comrades in the heat of battle.

Having decided plenty is plenty she raised her rifle, braced the store against her articulatio humeri and aimed at the talky commissar. The counter of her rifle was smothered by the intense gunfire from the woods, but she saw the commissar plummet to the undercoat, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The other political commissar looked at their fallen comrade with round-eyed expressions of fear and shock in adequate measure. Within five seconds both of them joined their comrade on the ground, idle before they hit the solid ground.

Her Earth became a blur of question as she steadily carried out the up-back, forward-down palm-sweep of the rifle bolt which chambered one shot after circle as one Russian after another was targeted and died when she gave a entitle squeeze on the trigger.

Some fled into the woods, determined to deal their chance with the remaining commissars than face the deadly sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the last entered the woodwind instrument, a raging shower of gunfire cut them down as someone unidentified to Nikkei had arrived…

Thirty Russians sought shelter behind or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the threshold with a drawstring of hex. They began to arouse away with precise shots from rifle, pistol or their own sub-machineguns at the enemies in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a magazine from her pouch, freed the empty one from her rifle and slid the new one dwelling. She chambered a one shot and looked down to see which one of the Russians will be her get-go victim….

Of course that happened to be the split second Stephens ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, respective sticks of dynamite secured to over thirty jerry-cans filled with gasoline concealed under and around the cabin. The attack reaped a monolithic crop of expiry, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

Even Nikkei, partly shielded by the top of the ridge, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her gear rolled downhill until a hard Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree assisted in stopping her. Clutching her bruised fountainhead with one script, her rifle in the early, she cursed and charged back to the top of the rooftree to see what else was going on…


She spotted the few remaining partisans down the track fighting to hold the Russians at the edge of the woods, and have intercourse if they were forced fully into the glade behind them they would fall to the finale man. The clattering of gunfire to her right indicated more partisan were even now engaged in a second death struggle against some other band of Russian troops.

For them she could do nothing, but for the first group, and the man she cared for that fought like a devil for his men…she can help out in her own way…

She knelt down and braced her rifle, aimed…and commenced the second round of drinks of dealing death this very day on the Russians down the trail…


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Stephen grinned like a banshee tearing across the moors as the thundering retort from the detonated ‘ talent'in the cabin carried out to the skyline. He knew then and there Nikkei had fled the cabin and even now was on her way to safety.

He dropped to one knee, partially concealed by a boastfully rock, and commenced to give the axe both pistols at the howling Russians that charged out of the Ellen Price Wood. His power of partisans was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their enemy whom they knew would show no mercy…the sudden gunfire deeper in the woods indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a large Russian party with their men, and told him they confronted a reinforced multitude or a full regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Stephen howled as his shooting iron emptied and drew out his hunting knife and pounced upon the nearest Russian, ending his sprightliness in one swift stroke. His elbow slammed into the next soldier coming up behind him, followed by a tongue driving force to the gut ; then three more Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and eyes showing that they did not intend to contain him as a prisoner.

"seminal fluid on you bastard dogs !"Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to require at least one of them with him…

Then one soldier lurched backward as his chest exploded in a jet of red mist, dead before he hit the undercoat. The two others turned and fled, discarding their rifles, only to perish in turn as a precisely placed poke intercepted their skulls.

He watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as one Russian soldier after another died as they turned to flee or showed themselves for a import from any screening they could find.

"Joni,"Sir Leslie Stephen bellowed out as his old supporter came into sight, origin streaming down his leg."God man how many of us are left ?"

"You and me Stephen,"Joni said as he handed two full-magazines to Stephen for his Finland sub-machinegun."I am all right, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the speech sound of automatic small arms flack and lightly machineguns began to play in the woods, to be followed by stillness so profound it all but screamed at them.


Within three second a dance orchestra of heavily armed men accompanied by the partisan emerged out of the forest and met with Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni.

"Stephen we keep group meeting in the craziest of position,"Captain Robinson said to his old wise man,"for once I'm glad I could return the favor of you saving my tail on our hunting trips. Though it looks like your battle went well enough given how badly your partisans were outnumbered…"

Stephen ignored him as the bumbler bill was delivered by Joni after determining the last tally of the battle : xx subsister with six of them bruise, thirty-seven dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond enumeration at this power point.

Stephen ordered his men to take whatever arms, ammunition or supply they needed from the Russians and to gather the organic structure of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten minutes for this to be done before they would lead and travel hard across the track in the ancient woods.

"Joni, you take the lead-in and get the men to safety. Use what we already have cached and hit the Russians as you can. usual means for contacting me when it's needed and pass the word on to the others about what happened here,"Stephen told his old friend.

"Hang on a minute Stephen,"Captain Ray Robinson said and ordered XX of his men to go with Joni and the few remaining partizan."I know I should not divide my men up like this, but you guys are fighting for Suomi as we are. This way, our threatening arm can assist with making the Russian bear bleed for all we can get out of his hide…"

Sir Leslie Stephen, Joni and Robinson turned to the audio of a soldier shouting out an order that instantly ended in a lamentation of pain and mewling of a new-sprung kitten. They watched a unseasoned lady, rifle still in hand, calmly walk over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to check some manners before grabbing a lady that way.'

Robinson shook his head as Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the cleaning lady in a expect hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to arrest embarrassing her in front of the early men.

"Who is that with Stephen ?"Lennox Robinson asked Joni."I did not think there were any women among the partisans in this region ?"

Joni just chuckled and shook his head,"The full narration is Stephens to recount, but you have seen the handiwork of the Snow Fox first hand."He pointed to the many fallen Russians taken down by Nikkei."Oh and your man who dared to catch her should be alright, his chestnuts will be very well despite the crushing charge she gave them."

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"Grandpa I forgot my skis after lighting the fuse,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the chiding she had coming for disobeying his purchase order."I was waiting for the Russians to leave and then…boom !"she motioned with her hired man, pantomiming an explosion while a sheepish grin grew on her face.

"Oh and then I spotted the Russians running in your direction after I took down those three commissar idiots that tried to order their troop around like rough footling terriers,"she said as Sir Leslie Stephen and her fall in Robinson and Joni.


"ternary commissar, she took down three of the Russian commissars ?"Walker Smith asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the fallen political commissar hats over to him, ample proof of her title.

"Three political commissar from a total of thirty Russians I took down. Though the political commissar are a waste of a upright bullet, full to just pitch a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and Captain Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not jaw yourself of a kill, after all you took down that divisional political commissar a few days back…"he looked at Captain Edward G. Robinson and nodded to the man's unverbalized doubt."Yes she took down that Major-General your intelligence generator declared dead, now my dear granddaughter has thirty more fox to add to her list…"

police chief Robert Robinson was handed a content written by his wireless operator Corporal Hanki. It was orders from the high program line for the Finnish U. S. Army. He just shook his head in incredulity as to what it stated the evidence in deadened Russians muffle testimony to the belated intelligence sent to him and the partisans…

…to all units detached on partisan activity and loyalist power engaged within the sphere of ninth Red Army Corp. reliable intelligence has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd Infantry Division has been sent back from the figurehead bloodline to guarantee the independent Russian provision route and to channel anti-partisan patrols and sweeps. repeat, to all units…

"Well it appears this hunky-dory piece of word has come, as they say, too little and too late for our pauperism, as has become the convention anymore,"said Captain Sugar Ray Robinson as he showed the substance to Sir Leslie Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a source of inhalation for the scout troop of the movement railway line, just like Stephen, when word of what all the partisans accomplished here this day."sea captain Jack Roosevelt Robinson clasped her men in his and gave them business firm'shake of thanks.

"Stephen we need to get going,"Captain Lennox Robinson said a moment later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some survivor may clear it to a nearby outpost or garrison and bring down yet more fuss on our heading. We can not sustain a second struggle such as that."

As if to accentuate his point, a trajectory of Russian wedge passed operating cost at that specific heartbeat, which caused everyone to dive for cover on the off prospect they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the planer go on their way, all the time holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could learn one down given the chance.

"Stephen, you and your granddaughter are receive to come with us,"Robinson said,"With the way she can shoot and your ability to set an ambush…"He stopped when his old mentor held up a hand for silence. There will be no more than give-and-take, Sir Leslie Stephen and Nikkei will continue on their own, seeking to bleed the USA of the Red Bear as much as they can.

"Before we part let me give you some instructions and advice on how to barricade the Russian tanks…"Sir Leslie Stephen filled Robinson in on the tactics he and Nikkei had developed and the impuissance on the armored animal.

skipper Jack Roosevelt Robinson looked at Nikkei with profound esteem, which caused her to flush from head to toe from pure embarrassment. He turned back to Sir Leslie Stephen and thanked him, stating he will pass this news up the strand of command. With that the different chemical group departed and headed out on their own Chosen paths.



10 December, 1939 Republic of Finland Supreme Command Headquarters


The men stood around the table as they examined the updated maps and compared them to the latest entrance news report and intelligence gathered from spy, informant, radio set intercepts and the corresponding. courier delivered their satchels of substance and requests while adjutant for the military leaders gathered here stood silently by, prepared to answer any questions or address any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the selective information told to him by his subordinates, details from troop apparent motion and battalion statuses to logistics and anticipated motion by the Russian invaders. He asked detail questions concerning the four invading Russian ground forces army corps - the Seventh, Eighth, ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the winner his soldiers had scored, particularly within the area of the Ninth and the savage defeat a band of partisan had inflicted just two days past.

He perked up at the mention of an old fable having returned to the theatre of operations of battle, the ghostwriter Bear, and his new companion, a partisan leader known simply as the Snow Fox. One old Heron and a new hero bringing Bob Hope to the country and inspiring the Finnish troop who received a monumental boost to their morale and fighting feeling as intelligence of the Russian defeat spread with the force out of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his underling he understood from their looks they waited his program line. They wanted to light upon back and strike back hard, to present such a savage C to the Russian bear that his shrieking will be heard around the world for 100 to come.

He tapped the map with his finger, outlining his architectural plan for that share of the battlefront facing the Russian ninth Army Corp. Each man took preeminence concerning his dowry of the plan, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterplay to issue forth ; they acknowledged the odds to be long for any real success, yet it had to be done for the sake of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"landing field Marshal Mannerheim, commanding officer of the Army of Finland, said to the one he has selected to lead the countermove,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd Division, you fly out this hour and set out operations 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to catch his plane and cook his architectural plan as the others returned to the maps and made other hard choices in the on-going war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian Infantry part Headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his division headquarters a lone gunfire sent the safeguard scuttling inside on the double with artillery drawn. Once they determined that their commander was prophylactic they returned to their mail service, save for the two who dragged the corpse of Colonel Husain, belated commander of the destroy 662nd infantry Regiment.

"valet de chambre,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the officers around him as he calmly placed his smoking shooting iron on his desk,"Let the record appearance that Colonel Hussein has been found guilty by summary motor lodge martial of treason and dereliction of duty and cowardice in the cheek of the foeman, not to mention instantaneously stupidity in the deportment of field operations."

All military officer save for the sadistic commissars of the division shook as he gazed upon each one in turn,"He has been executed by orders of STAVKA for his treachery. All of you understand this, one unsuccessful person, one ridiculous endeavor to excuse incompetency or treason and I will shoot you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a moment later and headed to check the latest study from the presence and to cook design for the future attack upon the illogically stubborn Fins. He should already cause smashed their straw man business, torn across the waist of Suomi and bisected this fascist nation. His fury became manifest when he slammed his fist on a boastfully mesa that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out fiat to scramble from his chairman in a desperate bid to stay alive.

Walking into the map elbow room he howled for one of his aides to attend, and once the chieftain appeared, began to rattle off the orders for the day concerning attack routes and times, logistics and ordnance fire plans. Of course, with so few forces left to him, especially after the 662nd infantry Regiment was slaughtered, the provision did not deplete too practically time.

The sole matter that really bothered him is accounts from the Suomi radio set which wheel spoke of the legendary man called the"Ghost Bear'is active in the area. His building block in the subverter war in which Finland broke itself relinquish from the motherland of Russian Federation, aided by the Fascist Imperialists of the decadent western lands, had faced the man and his zealot.

No matter how hard they tried to catch him, no matter the decoy used or execution summarily carried out, he had not only evaded them, but carried out a campaign of devastation that decimated nearly seven divisions. Many a mother threatened her insolent youngster with history of ‘ the Ghost Bear will come and get you."

A courier arrived at his side and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, air force officer of the 44th infantry Division will be arriving on the eventide of 15 Dec to ‘ talk about the current matter of the front end lines.'

"William Tell the Major-General I will be glad to discuss the reasons he has been cooling his heels for a calendar week when he and his sectionalization is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and groom a place for him to continue as well in the officers rooms on the hotels top floor."


15-16 December, 1939 Rear-area Russian Ninth ground forces corporation

Sergeant Osip slowed his motorbike as he neared the adjacent checkpoint, and grinned as the lone sentry waved for him to quit with one script, and held high a bottle of ‘ official party burnt umber'( which he knew think delicately Vodka ) in the early.

Once the bike stopped he turned off the motor and placed it future to the checkpoints wooden bodily structure, little Thomas More than a small, hastily built shack with a field phone for ‘ emergency usage only'by senior officers or the reverence NVKD. This accomplished he moved to stand before the checkpoints officeholder, an old, reproof and weather worn lieutenant he did not know but figured must be an NVKD commissar or security official.

"deputy,"Osip said as he stood at care and saluted,"I am serjeant-at-law Osip and on courier tariff for the one-ninth USA headquarters. Here are my orders and papers sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced lieutenant whose eyes showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am fain to shew the satchel is still sealed upon your directions sir."

"amercement then serjeant,"the lieutenant said not bothering to introduce himself, thus a sure sign he is NVKD."Come into the hut and we can do the inspection over some ‘ official party coffee tree'while you tell me all that is going on up at the home base for the 163rd Division."


Over the future one-half 60 minutes police sergeant Osip enjoyed half a feeding bottle of the finest Russian vodka he knew to exist, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd class HQ, but of all the Russian ninth Army he had seen number one script or even see rumors about.

The lieutenant gently challenged him on each level, asking the Saami motion from unlike slant while he expressed doubts here and there about the veracity or commitment and dedication of Sergeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified sergeant was consistent in every detail, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the courier's substance satchel remained sealed with the decalcomania of the Ninth regular army aged commissar.

"Sergeant Osip you have done your duty to the motherland and the Soviet uniting admirably,"the Lieutenant said. Sergeant Osip smiled and stood to leave ; he never saw the Lahti pistol that moved to just shy of his skull, nor heard the gunshot that killed him.

After disposing of the eubstance mysterious in the woods next to the substantial police lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"sergeant-at-law"Stephen, wearing the overcoating and uniform of the courier, climbed onto the motorbike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his goods to the 163rd divisions central office.


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Four hours later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd division field headquarters. He learned of the desperate fighting they had undertaken when ordered by USA Headquarters to retreat, the continuous harassment by Finnish partisans and regular army forces on their provision blood line, and Sir Thomas More elaborate information that he intended for later exploitation.

Before he departed he collected from the higher level where the elderly ship's officer of the home base slept a diminished gift for Nikkei. Taking the rachis stairs down to the large parking service department behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake scout on sentry duty tariff with contemptible rest, activated his ‘ gift'to the Russians and quietly fled into the night to where he had stashed the motorbike.

He was far down the road when his ‘ gift'caused no end of bedlam for the 163rd division.

As he motored on down the backbone trails and secondary roads on his stolen motorbike, Stephen grinned as old storage returned concerning the lowest war. Compared to his love for hunting and dish out making ( in illegal arms and other goods such as Vodka banned from being exported ), only the joy of killing Russian soldiers once again surpassed them.


16 December, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth Army corporation

Within the shelter depths of an old stone and earth-covered house Nikkei listened to the radiocommunication and absorbed the latest news program of the war. The warmth from the roaring fire in the fireplace reminded her of honest winter nights with her bushed family, and she was glad to be free for a fourth dimension of the cold winter night just outside the house.

Sir Leslie Stephen had gone off ‘ to come up out some point'that he understood from the content broadcast to drumbeater by the various Suomi radio stations. For the hundredth fourth dimension since he left she looked down to the pistol at her side, hoping she will not postulate it if the Russians or other mischief-maker discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her meal of a thick, rich, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale bread with butter and jam she shook her forefront in disbelief. The league of country had tossed the USSR out of its ranks, and many of its penis nation representatives made great speeches of aid and arms being prepared for despatch from the many Scandinavian and European governments to Finland.

The day-after-day news from Helsinki radius of partisans under the leadership of the ‘ spook bear'and ‘ Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd Infantry Regiment completely with minimal release to the Finnish forces involved in the battle…an exaggeration that irritated Nikkei due to the true number of old family friends and associated who were lost.

When she took another bowl full of the sweat from the kettle stewing over the fervour the in vogue newsworthiness of the conflict on the Mannerheim logical argument came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division assault, and in a 40 60 minutes pitched battle were repulsed, LE than 1200 Russians escaped from their military group of 35000.

She and Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their portion of harassing the Russians - taking down lone motortruck and a couple of tanks, disabling gun barrage that passed by and she took a perverse kind of delectation in taking down the messenger on their motorbikes…the number of them had been dropping off over the past calendar week, evidence of her having culled the ruck with ruthless efficiency.

details from the fight for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th Infantry Regiment of Suomi had executed a chain of daring assaults from three dissimilar direction, isolated and destroyed key units of the Russian 163rd Infantry Division. That unit, plus the 44th Infantry air division were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Finnish USA excelled at.

She grinned at the mention of Suomussalimi being back in Suomi men. Then the tidings spoke of the Finnish ground forces and partisans ‘ using new and wonderful weapons'to deal with the Russian armor ; the very technique she and Stephen developed a few days ago - a bottleful of alcohol and gas with few other things mixed in to clear it into a mucilaginous gasoline gel, and then a gas or oil soaked rag that is tied to it and lit just before being tossed at the army tank.

Net result…one cooked tank, especially if you can hit the engine, internal fuel tank, or the commonly rise drum of reticence fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her bowl with a ball of bread. She watched him proceed to the fire and take up a bowl of lather and sit down next to her, his thick coating and hat showing decipherable signs he had been involved in some kind of altercation earlier in the night.


He moved over to the holla fire and stood before it to warm up up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ peculiar visitors'will be passing through this area in the side by side few years,"he said to her with a smile of pure wicked delight."The 163rd segmentation had been retreating through the 44th Division and the unharmed sphere is in complete chaos. Both divisional air force officer are dead, having been at the 163rd's home base when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th Divisions depot of supply motortruck parked in a relatively unguarded lager. thirty minutes of careful work delivered prominent results, he had just finished crossing the lone bridge deck on the roadway when the entire yard of ammunition and provision-laden hand truck went up in a Ernst Boris Chain of fireballs from the small bomb he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So expectant was the chaos generated he was capable to infiltrate the safety device shack on his face of the bridge and trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day encase the Finnish regular army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused enough chaos and damage, a flight of Finnish Air violence planes swept his side of the river route, damaging and destroying over 60 vehicles and damaged countless others.

acquiring back to Nikkei took some time, retentive than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'motorbikes from a few now deceased courier helped out.

"It appears the 9th army Corps commanding officer for the Russians is coming in person to inspect the rationality for the wait in ‘ conquering these decrepit ass-kisser's of the Imperialist west,"he laughed and shook his head at such frill,"General Dashicev will be here in a few daytime and we have a chance to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his handwriting a handgun being fired off, the bullet train delivered between the generals eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ special visitors'coming through this area in the side by side duet of days,"Stephen said to her with a puckish grin."I found out the 163rd division has been ordered to retreat and the 44th class is sitting on its haunches per gild of the NKVD. It appears that General Dashicev, leader of the Ninth Army Corp of the Russians will be making a tour of the front man lines."

"How…how did you retrieve this out gramps ?"Nikkei asked, unsure if her grandfather was pulling her leg or if he was telling the verity. She just sat there and shook her caput in awe at his audacity as he explained all he had been up to while gone. Then he told her the intelligence she never dreamed of earshot, but confirmed by two shell hats he pulled out of his sack and tossed into her lap…

The hats which belonged to two now deceased Major-Generals.

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a couple of weeks ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing smiling."The other to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather efficient mean value to counterattack our US Army. They never paid attention to the fact a ‘ Russian US Army courier'might take for it worth the metre to exact out the commanding police officer of their respective part when the opportunity presented itself."

He showed her the ingathering of papers, architectural plan and other selective information he had taken from the now destroyed domain headquarters."I got this stuff for our military force before my ‘ talent'to the Russians went off…"

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to get word the news report. One thing she had come to know of her gramps is he had a fighting smell that shone brave and true, and could be as ruthless as any manslayer when events called for him to be. She wondered if in clock time, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will become the same way…

"You remember the ‘ giving'I set for you to use back at the cabin ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked and grinned at the scowl of perfect craze she gave to him,"Imagine a fuel hand truck parked within the garage connecting that old hotel, a fire hand truck that had some sticks of dynamite added to see that the resulting surprise would be…spectacular."

"Now that the bridge is destroyed, the superior general gone, and most of the 44th class provision are no more, our face will get a much leisurely clock time disposing of them,"he clenched his clenched fist and grinned while his stale eye blazed with complete Erinyes and delight at the impending triumph for the Finnish forcefulness in the area.

"Do you want a Russian U. S. Army corp superior general added to your kills or not ?"Stephen chuckled at the feral grin that grew on Nikkei's face."dear, we will head out soon enough, but first I have something to take care of…"

Nikkei watched him remove a lowly box-like bundle from the bottom of his backpack and head for the door."granddad what are you doing ?"she asked, the business concern audible in her voice and seeable on her face.

"I'll be coming back shortly Nikkei,"he said and then became deadly grave,"emphatically this time follow my ordering, at the first sign of danger grab your gear and flee as fast as you can. No leaving your skis behind or coming to find me alright ?"He waited until she nodded,"You know the confluence places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to fly head for one of the six placement. The partisans already know to keep and eye out for you if our traveling turn for the worse."


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Captain Lennox Robinson and his handful of men moved with extreme tutelage as they swept the meeting place for any preindication of an ambuscade from Russian strength. His men on the flank indicated with hand signal no one was in the region. His easy, fed up curse seemed to echo across the wooded hills.

"Where in the world has Stephen gotten off to this fourth dimension ?"Edward Goldenberg Robinson declared. He nearly had a heart attack as the sound of a pistol hammering being eased back into lieu filled his pinna. The corporal adjacent to him who still had a length of cold steel placed under his jaw did not strike an inch.

"You're getting sloppy sea captain Robinson,"Stephen said as he pulled both shooting iron away from the men, sliding them back into their holsters."I've been shadowing all of your men for the last half 60 minutes ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

"What patrol, we did not see any signboard of a patrol - ours or theirs ?"the corporal exclaimed in sheer indignation at such a claim being made.

Sir Leslie Stephen pointed over his berm to where six Russian infantry lay dead."Like I said, you and your men are getting baggy. Now let's get down to byplay as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd foot Divisions HQ and got these newspaper,"he tossed Robinson a heavy satchel bag filled with vital information,"before my natural endowment to them went off."

"Somehow I should have known it was you behind that,"Captain Robinson said with a grin."We will get these to Suomussalimi and then to Army Headquarters."He handed the satchel to the corporal, turned to verbalize with Stephen and discovered he had disappeared back into the woods silent as a ghost.

"I hope this information is as vital as Stephen thinks it is,"Captain Robinson said to himself.

He had no mind just how utile and critical it was to theater of operations Marshal Mannheim, whom gave off a cry of triumph that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 December, 1939 England

In the halls of sevens men of baron and federal agency sat, or stood, around the long tabularize discussing upshot, ideas or examined the gravid wall-mounted map which dominated the way. At the insisting of a lone man, the exclusively one who dared to chomp away on his earmark cigar, commenced to deliver their portions of the program in care to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding Scandinavian nations.

Many of the High command, minister and Parliamentarians looked at the cigar-chomping man with shock, surprise, disbelief and apprehension for one to aim such an audacious scheme. They listened as he delivered his reasonableness for the plan, why it will follow if implemented in sentence, and the greatest of profit towards thwarting Germany and its right war machine.

"Gentlemen,"Mr. First Duke of Marlborough declared while he thumped his clenched fist on the table,"We must aid Republic of Finland with all the supplies, coat of arms and ammo, planes, army tank and troops we can while denying the government of Germany the most vital resource they need. Fe ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Norway ; we will solve both problems with one expedition…cut off the mines from Deutschland and have a vital path to move our substitute forces on into Finland."

Churchill concealed former, long reach programme currently unfolding in Deutschland that may gain an unexpected crop in the weeks to come…especially one concerning premier Hitler…

Many in the Senior dictation approved the initial outgo of the programme, and made a few recommendations here and there, seeking to refine it into a workable lineation. Even Prime curate Neville Chamberlain gave his reluctant approval after an extensive public debate on international law and intervention of neutral and sovereign lands.

Only one man dared to abide in opposition to the plan, and even then only to assume a ‘ devils urge'stance.

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the tabular array to profit everyone's attention."Distinguished gentlemen,"he began,"recall that we and France have been warned via the regime of Suisse that Germany will regard any presence of Allied troops within the boundary line of Norge or Sweden as an flak upon mainland Federal Republic of Germany itself and leave in quick retaliation."

"It appears there is an informal correspondence between Sweden and Germany ; for our agents and contact lens are even now reporting that shipments of small weapon system, simple machine guns and light cannon, plus significant quantity of ammunition have even now crossed into the border of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each power point with a smack of one hand into the other."This appears to be done via subject marshall Goring, and with the support of Chancellor of the Exchequer Der Fuhrer. If we interfere with an invasion of Norway and Sverige we will risk sundering the Chain of provision going to Finland…lose that and commie Soviet Union will win by sheer weight of number."

Winston Churchill looked upon the parson of War with eyes that blazed in righteous fury. Standing, he slammed his fist on the table and locked gaze with his antagonist."Understand this, the fate of Republic of Finland and of the relieve world are tied together as one ; here are my arguments as to why the plan must go forth…"

The debate raged long into the night and well into the succeeding dawn before the meeting came to a ending ; naught had been decided, to the disappointment of many.



18 December, 1939 Germany

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the news contained in the top secret story in his workforce. He read it three to a greater extent sentence, examining each particular and fact and Assumption for the least foretoken of magic or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

His aide stood by, having sensed something of great meaning is going on in the nous of his leader, and thus he will be here to see history made.

The man closed the report and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the order of magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. He looked at his aide and gave off a rapid-fire string of orders and sat back in his death chair as the Danton True Young captain ran off to gather the ship's officer so indicated.

thirty minutes later Chancellor Adolph Der Fuhrer stood before his cumulate staff in the coming together elbow room that adjoined his part. For over six hour the meeting continued, with prime minister Hitler demanding tough reply from each man, save for marshall Hermann Goring, whom nodded at the unspoken question concerning the underground supply being sent to Finland via Sweden.

In due Holy Order a plan began to emerge for the opportunity that lay capable before them, one which grew greater with each hour Russia bled on the snowy domain, J. J. Hill, and woodland."Gentlemen,"Hitler said,"We have a golden opportunity that history and destiny gives to one mass to change the world every millennium ; the weapon bought by Sweden will uphold without interruption, and we shall increase our gift of military intelligence to Finland."

prime minister Hitler walked over to the large wall map and rapped his fist hard on the perimeter of Suomi - Union of Soviet Socialist Republics."That is where Russia and the commie will be bled white-hot, and here,"he slammed his fist voiceless lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The forgather men looked upon such a bold and simple concept with compeer quantity of awe, electrical shock and hungriness, for indeed a aureate opportunity - one filled with peril and utmost risk dependable - had arrived to pitch an deathly black eye to their transmissible enemy.

"Chancellor Hitler,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your blessing we will begin to urinate preparations."

Hitler nodded and then said to the departing police officer and ministers,"This information changes all we have expected, the downfall of Russia is at hand once and for all…the destruction of a despot will soon occur."

As he turned to search out the windowpane he never understood how prophetical those very words happened to be…



20 December, 1939 rear-area of the Russian one-ninth Army Corp

Nikkei paused as she and Stephen neared the top of the Hill and motioned for him to do the like. She strained to plunk up the sound she heard a present moment before and then grinned when it became clear, another Russian courier on a minibike was making his rounds along the main road.

Sir Leslie Stephen smiled and motioned to a spot halfway up the Benny Hill, a crack in the rocks surrounded by plentiful shrubs and trees which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a expectant boulder surrounded by larger Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where he will cover her as she took down the courier ; from long practice both reached their positions, shed their skis and had their respective artillery - the Republic of Finland KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden wave from Nikkei told Sir Leslie Stephen something else was amiss, as she looked shocked for the first gear sentence since the war began. When he looked through the vegetation and onto the main road he understood completely her shock…for an unusual convoy worked its way ever so slowly down the road long since churned to mud and junk due to the near constant traffic and stride of the tanks.

foursome motorbike sentry go led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored cooler, a staff car that was made for a upper-level military officeholder, possibly a orbit marshal, visiting the front lines. To the back of the convoy, four more motorbike mounted guards completed the retinue. If not for the comportment of that tank, no matter how small compared to its armored buddy, he would ingest had Nikkei engage the staff car while he took down the minibike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted tank,"he pumped his fist in pure frustration that such a great trophy is getting away, only to gain his mistake a instant later…


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Nikkei lined her sights upon the two large, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, barrels of the illuminate armoured combat vehicle. For once she was glad to have a cartridge clip loaded with Stephens ‘ especial ammunition'for such an occasion. She kept adjusting her aim to compensate for the easy Australian crawl progression of the armored beast, growing more impatient with each second that Stephen mulled over her taking the snap or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the nook of her eye she saw Sir Leslie Stephen pump his clenched fist, their agreed upon signal for her to start any ambush they have established. One concluding readjustment on her leading the tank, and a gentle squeeze of the trigger…

bash !
charge !

Twice she worked the rifle bolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down brush question to reload for the succeeding nip she would need. She paid the cooler no more heed, swinging around to the staff car even then breaking and sliding across the iced and mud covered road…

belt !

The staff cars left-back tire shredded from the bullet impact, the arsonist charge igniting the safe material almost instantly. The occupant of the staff car leapt from the fomite as the motorbike guards leapt to cross one man in a Joseph Black greatcoat…the glimmer of the morning sunlight off of his rank lapels denoted him to be a dependable trophy, maybe the Russian superior general her grandad spoke of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed cartridge holder, palmed the rifle deadbolt and chambered the first round of regular ammo she used. The auditory sensation of the Russians firing with pistols and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding body politic did not cause her any alarm…

thunder !

The tank firing a 76mm cannon round into the woods barely 50 meters downhill from her location did get her notice…

She rolled to one side of the sheltering stone as a second shank rhythm slammed home closer than the last. Her ear pounded from the deafening haphazardness, os damage and gut felt as if it had been reduced to dogsled. The regular tap - tapping of Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the story of dead Russians and his effort to distract the tank…

BOOM ! ! !

The force of the blast bodily lifted Nikkei off the ground like a rag skirt. With auricle still ringing like a blare of church Alexander Graham Bell she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the Harlan Stone and gasped at the sight before her…the staff car and to the highest degree of the minibike had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroyed tank car poured forth a hollering pillar of flame in high spirits into the dawning sky.

Stephen moved from tree to shoetree, boulder to boulder, aiming his shots to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the boulders. There, they are safe from his fervency for the time, but not from Nikkei…

trembling, she fought to steady enough to draw a bead on that important Russian officer. No issue though, one sentry go or another kept his body between him and her…until…


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Stephen moved as a ghost across the terrain, steadily closing on the Russians attitude, determined to collect the Russian officer as due requital for his showing up in Suomi. Here was the opportunity of a life-time, to take down a full-fledged Russian general or field-marshal…or if he can be captured, the blessing for the Suomi United States Army will be…

bang !

4 more shot followed in quick succession, and then came a strange composure only parted by the uninterrupted roar of the flaming armored combat vehicle. He grinned at the precision work of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the edge of the Natalie Wood and prepared to cross the road. Sir Leslie Stephen wondered what information that might do good the Finnish Armed military force awaited his discovery on that dead military officer's carcass…

The sudden arrival of two squadrons of Russian visible radiation bombers and fighters which passed low and close over his location changed everything. There is no way they could have missed the carnage that had been inflicted on the humble but important van ; especially as the tank still burned like a blowtorch with a editorial of blackamoor weed clawing ever higher into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the woodwind instrument, and raced to Nikkei to help oneself her get set up for a fast, hard and farsighted border district deeper into the woods track. Three more Russian aircraft squadrons passed overhead, and he prayed that none of the pilot program would bet down and spot him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

Nikkei scrambled around the hillside, staying under the forest canopy for privateness. She watched the skies as the Russian planes circled back around and wondered if they had seen her or her granddad.

A light whistling caught her attention and she watched Stephen Wave to her, point down a littler position trail that snaked among the woods, and pushed off with her poles, pressing to save up with the hard pace he set for them.

They pushed onward fast and grueling to increase the distance between them and the ambush site. Then came the clarion song of a scotch or Sir Thomas More of aeroplane high command processing overhead. At the edge of a prominent clearing they watched the grand transmitting aerial battle then being waged high gear in the skies ; a dancing of expiry between the Finnish and Russian Air force so far above the earth…

condensation trail swept the sully sky, here moving in a heterosexual person furrow, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a time ended in clouds of opprobrious smoke. Outnumbered by eight to one the Finnish pilots pressed home each of their flak, savaging the Russian formations that sought to make it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless clutches of the globe.

It ended in LE than ten minutes during which Stephen counted the Russians had lost seventeen fighters and eleven bombers. From the trails of blackness weed which departed to the due east, at least twice that number of planes had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their pedestal. As for losses on the side of Finland, he could not tell one way or another.

Two 60 minutes later as the pair stopped to catch their breathing place, having covered nearly seven klick, Stephen gave Nikkei a implike grin and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to grade your taking of that tank ?"

"How about a squirrel granddad ?"she replied. To her amazement he agreed, and when they set summer camp that night among some old ruins he added five small Fox and one squirrel to her growing tally of kills recorded on the rifle.

"grandfather,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the finish call with Death at the hands of the storage tank returned fire."Who would the Russians send to the front job escorted by a tank, and so many motorbike riders ?"

Sir Leslie Stephen paused and rubbed his hand over his chin as he mulled the motion over and over. Finally he reached the only consistent termination that fit the grounds of such a caravan moving with minimal guard."The only matter that makes sense was either a new Divisional commander or possibly the commander of the Russian Ninth U. S. Army Corp, general Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to cut off the Russian army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's pilus with his deal despite her sound campaign to fend him off,"Come now Nikkei we have to push on before we make camp. There is an old hunting lodge, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole up and forecast out what to blow up next."

"Grandpa is there any hazard I can get a bath ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any kind of good news in the matter.

"The post originally had hot piss piped in from the local anaesthetic leaping, and if I recall correctly the live clip I checked they are still working. I'm not promising anything Nikkei, but if you want a hot bath I'll do what I can to assure you get your hot bath for Christmas…"

Stephen shook his head and moved to see up with Nikkei, who raced on down the trail determined to have her hot Bath."Never underestimate that girl…so much like me after all…still a grand old day, and one less major pain in the neck of a Russian drawing card to be concerned with."

In a smattering of years Stephen and Nikkei would unwrap who was in the ambushed convoy. Yet the Ernst Boris Chain of consequence unleashed by their campaign will take longer to unfold and forge not only the Winter War, but the spirit of decade of jillion of people across Europe and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA headquarters, Moscow

Premier Stalin watched from the luxuriously balcony of STAVKA central office as the discharge police squad prepared for the next round of executions. Normally the sight of such bloodletting would squelch his sadistic rages in minutes, but not this evening. No, this evening the origin would flow in red flow across the land. The incompetents who had allowed such shame and plethora to descend upon the Russia had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Stalin slammed his fist on the stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond esthesia or ground. He had sent his parson of Defense, Marshal Voroshilov to connect with one-ninth Army corporation Commander full general Dashicev and get to the prat of the mess at the front agate line. The Ninth Army corp should have sliced Finland in half at the waist weeks ago, yet had not advanced more than sixty kilometers across the border, and if the story are admittedly, two elect infantry partition had been destroyed by a bold face and rash Finnish counterattack.

He watched as the decry men, the military unit who was to travel with Marshal Voroshilov to the movement lines, were brought to the wall five at a clip. The leader of the release squad executed each bid with well honed precision, his men fired on command with no hesitation and the next in strain to be shot had the accolade of dragging their perfectly friends away before assuming their plaza at the wall.

The fate of marshal Voroshilov and General Dashicev was made known to Stalin only an minute ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his madness he personally stormed his way to where the bodyguards of Marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commander's billet and summarily shot him dead for his crimes against the state.

Hour after hour he stood on that balcony as the executions continued well into the Nox. Once the last man of the bodyguard unit was disposed of, the circumstances of those NKVD troops who failed to fix the roadway followed.

Until the newsworthiness of the Marshals death had arrived, few dared to dispute his decision to occupy Finland and to restore what estate rightfully belonged to Russia and Russia alone. Even Sweden and Norway began to have their question about standing up against Russia on the incline of Finland, until the macrocosm wire and radio service had announced the death of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing triumph scored by the Finnish armies against the Russian forces fighting it out on the Isthmus, many world leaders now pledged to support Republic of Finland in any way possible. And now Germany, the ostensible friend of Russia, had begun to institutionalize out feeler to the Scandinavian administration to see if German ships bearing arms and supply for Republic of Finland would be permitted passage through their territory.


Once again Stalin seethed at the continuous betrayal heaped upon betrayal of the humankind res publica against the rise of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and of the supremacy of the existence by Communist forces. They refuse to see and accredit the inevitability of his movement and campaign, to work the world into a communistic golden age no matter the cost in rake and fire.

"No the war will remain on,"Stalin growled, his anger still stoked to levels beyond comprehension,"more men and tanks will be sent, more carpenter's plane dispatched and we will fight on until I have victory over the Finnish who dishonored me in 1921, or the last Russian falls dead on the field."

Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili never moved until the last prisoner were executed well into the next years dawning.


24 December, 1939 Finland Supreme dictation Headquarters

For the first clock time since the war with Russia had commenced theater of operations Marshal Mannheim allowed himself to move over off a chuckle and a smile at the bad caper one of his aides told. He returned to the maps and reports laid out on the tabular array before him, listening to the unending deliverance of memos, content, intelligence activity and so forth.

On the 22nd of Dec the Russian seventh ground forces corp threw itself at the Mannerheim justificative line, a full force of nine infantry naval division, three tankful brigades and a sluttish armour corps of armored cars and fast armored combat vehicle. The Soviet superior general had come up with a crafty plan, cross the ice-covered lakes where tanks and armored vehicles could engage and pull up long crease of infantry-bearing sleds ; other units would mount a simultaneous ravishment from the land and overwhelm the defenders.

A brilliant program that would experience worked, save for the Finnish scouts and saboteurs operating in the Russian rear-areas who discovered the plan and troop movements…exactly as the intelligence gathered by the ‘ Ghost Bear'had indicated.

Forewarned the movement crinkle commanders had engineers rig up a massive surprise for the Russian assault - remote-detonated explosives combined with the employment of their pre-registered heavy mortar and the new leaden anti-tank cannons ( which had arrived via Sverige ) that lined the arm positions along the shoreline.

The Russian approach began with a massive ten-hour weapon onslaught followed by the 1st waving of Russian troops surging across the ice. Explosives and artillery decimated the Russian force play, sending armoured combat vehicle and sleds into the watery deepness below shattered ice. The panoplied vehicles and tanks that did reach the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank guns and the infantry who joined in the one-sided massacre of the lakes.

The land battle had been a much closer matter, thirteen time of day of god-awful scrap that left over two-hundred burned out storage tank and thousands of Russian utterly stacked like cordwood. The Suomi armed forces had paid a dear price for it, yet the newly deployed extraneous Volunteer made the dispute in quantity and quality…some 25000 scout group from Hungary, Italy, Sverige and Noreg plus a sprinkling of former nationalities, heroes each and every one !

Field theme combined with tap transmissions broadcast in the clear from the Russian Seventh Army Corp headquarters nearly matched. For all intensifier design the Seventh ground forces had been destroyed in that one great winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their offensive North of Lake Ladoga. Five foot partition of the Russian eighth Army Corps, with heavy cooler and artillery unit musical accompaniment, assaulted the weak-appearing Finnish positions with a dandy tidy sum of enthusiasm and determination ; only to find out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting region of dugout, artillery unit, machine gun nests, minefields and anti-tank ordnance which shredded the Russians in less than seven hours.

Again it was the alien unpaid worker who helped make up the difference of opinion, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose war machine skills and expertise allowed them to oppose as difficult as his Suomi army troop ! Even the air fight went dramatically in their favor, with twenty-one Finnish Air Force planes downed for ninety-seven Russian. The commanding universal for the Eighth Army very politely stayed in his field headquarters when a six bombardment barrage of Finnish heavy artillery landed on its position.

Field Marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his collected police officer."Our scout troop, the strange volunteer effect, and the provision of weaponry and ammo from Sweden, Norway, Italian Republic and Magyarorszag are making the difference ; how ironic that so a lot of the demise we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"Field Marshal,"one of Mannheim's aides quietly said and handed over a series of subject matter forms for him. He read them quickly, one of them respective times and looked to his intelligence agency chief who nodded and grinned like a wildcat. He just stood there in electrical shock, ineffective to trust for a time that two partisans - the spook Bear and C. P. Snow Fox had doubled their previous coup d'etat over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this great gift you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his head in a brief prayer of thanks and extolment. The confirmation of reinforcing stimulus - reservists and extraneous volunteer - to stiffen the Suomi shielder facing the Ninth and Fourteenth U. S. Army was nifty news program, and now this gift on Christmas Eve truly was heaven sent.

marshall Mannheim made a note to deliver those two partisans decorated if Suomi managed to hold on and win the ongoing war.

"Gentlemen,"he called out, his voice instantly cutting through the cacophony of randomness loud and distinct.

Once he had their tending he read the stop substance and after the clapping and cheering ran its course ordered it to be broadcast over national radios. The Marshal shook his fist in victory, knowing then and there the war with Russia had turned and turned for the better…he gave that some due consideration…

"toss the word to all our front course forces as well, but indicate they are to be doubly vigilant at this intelligence,"he said with all due sincerity,"The Russians will not block nor forgive. We can expect them to hit even more reinforcements and faster than ever to ensure our nation is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much gentlemen,"he continued, his iron-hard regard locking on every man and woman in crook,"our side has won many smashing victories and the secure Lord has delivered the opposition drawing card into our hands as well, but we have not won the war. Our large battles may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our forces who are facing the Ninth and Fourteenth Russian Army corporation to tighten up their defenses so we can pin those forces in place."

"Gentlemen, I sense a gravid variety is coming in the air, a storm expectant than anything we have ever seen will hit and change the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of blood, flame and steel coming down on their enemy in short order.



25 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth regular army corporation

Nikkei slid deeper into the steamy water and reveled in the vivid heat and soft waves that lapped across her belly and breasts. She twirled her digit in the piss, generating ripples that spread out and glistened in the delicate lantern light ; such a simple natural endowment she wanted for Christmas, a hot bathroom, something she took for granted before the war began…before her world turned upside down and slammed to the ground with brutal intensity.

For four Clarence Day she and Sir Leslie Stephen had been cooped up in the ruining of an old hunting lodge that actually had piss piped in from a nearby hot natural spring. The low moaning of the blizzard reminded her of old shade stories her male parent would state near the hearth, shadows dancing on the walls as he moved about, often making sensual shadows with his hands in renditions of ‘ Peter and the Wolf.'

One strong surge of hint that pounded on the room access blocked by an old couch and desk, to preclude easy launching by anyone in the orbit, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a premium as she on the birthday of the Prince of serenity. Most of the old lodge lay exposed to the elements, but enough remained, such as the bathing room she occupied, to leave decent shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the place that had taken up residency.

As Nikkei reached for the rag and scoop Stephen had thoughtfully laid out by the tub for her, she smiled at the fond memory of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the creature 300kg carcase outside so it did not stink up the rest of the plaza hardly made it worth the effort. Her being able to contain a hot bath and rid herself of days of filth and dirt made it worth the effort.

She gathered a rich lathering of liquid ecstasy on her hired man and the rag, and then slowly began to scrub down her boldness, neck and arms. The collect grease and tensity built from the start of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could relax for a meter, innocent of the cares and memories of the wider world.

On one breast she softly swirled the rag in sensuous circles that advanced unto her swollen-headed nipple. Sensations both old and new flowed into her mind, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully explore or to even blab about with anyone. Her eyes closed and a delicate gasp passed her open lips as a slight shudder played along her dead body ; the heat of the water accentuated the pleasurable waving which flowed one upon another along the rattling fibers of her being.

Her free bridge player came to roost between her breasts, and the fingerbreadth slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to caress and taunt and please a portion of her eubstance that sent her unto the heavens with sensuous bliss that she could only liken to the Song of the heavenly choir. Nikkei sensed her mettle lacing faster and faster as her breather quickened, blood thundered and her body came active in a rainbow of sensations that could not be described.

She pushed her fingerbreadth into the depths of her womanhood as far as she could ; determined to draw out each bit of pleasure possible. Of grade she was still a virgin at the age of eighteen, unlike so many of her friends and other close kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be unable to have children, thus making her the despite of the hamlet and a bad wedding prospect.

The wild, raw, primordial surge of flame and heat caught her off guard as a thousand chiliad of universes cascaded before her, innumerous probabilities of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her pleasure to the world when her release hit.

Her hands covered her rima oris as she blushed deeper than ever before in her life, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even deeper as Stephen burst through the door with a drawn pistol, lost his footing on the slick down flooring and tumbled face first into the bathtub with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and shook his drumhead like an old sheepdog, sending a cascade of weewee across the room."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his drenched clothing, shook his headway and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the fireplace - though they would smell like wood dope for days."Better they smell of Sir Henry Wood gage than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"Grandpa, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the edge of the bathtub. When Stephen looked at her with an abashed smiling she gasped, clutched her limb over her bared bosom and slid trench into the water supply while a hot blush surged deep and red across her already flush cheeks. All she wanted to do was melt away and disappear ; her head tore in different steering, desires playing a thousand air at once while she fought to tame the confusion.

On the battle field sniping at the enemy she has mastered her emotions to a fine degree ; but in the matters of the heart, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her head but could not tear her heart away from him as he pulled off his shirt and wrung the water of it…the iron-hard muscular tissue of his lithe chassis, crossed with a roadmap of scratch acquired over a lifetime of adversity and battle, flexed with each twist made upon his shirt.

He whipped the shirt a few prison term to get any remaining droplets unblock and grinned at Nikkei."Sorry Nikkei I had thought that a bear or a Russian had gotten into the bathing room and I got regardless again…"

Nikkei was ineffectual to believe her capitulum, for her grandpa never apologized for anything."granddaddy you didn't foul up or get careless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

"well my granddaughter I have to allow,"Stephen said while softly chuckling,"that is one way to ask a man to join you in the tub, though I'm not sure both of us would fit. Although I could try if you insist…"

He laughed at the cute little squealing speech sound given off by Nikkei at his prompting. Though as he left the room to transfer and dry his cloths, the glister that danced in her eyes spoke intensity to his feel heart and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Sir Leslie Stephen pulled the low punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the late little fox-marker added to the wooden stock. Feeling the smoothness of the indention he coated the exposed wood with an amber hued stigma, when dry it will shine with a honey-gold texture as any light played across it.

"One more of so many slyboots added, I had taught my granddaughter to hunt for deer, Sus scrofa and bear."Stephen gave off a deep, nauseate sigh at the breaking wind of fate and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a hunting watch of Russians who have raped our mother country and stolen her future tense. All those class ago when her kinsfolk adopted her…."

His mind drifted into retentiveness of his lost family all those geezerhood ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the government agency failed to find the parents of the little girl found wandering alone in the woods, her clothing covered in blood…

A girl of true mysteries who had grown into a exquisitely Young woman ; one that he wished he could have given a lifespan of heartsease to instead of the cursed war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the background the static-filled broadcasts of Finnish and Scandinavian wireless stations declared their holiday compliments and greetings, and then broadcast the usual updates of the war.

"To all of our fellow member of Finland's armed forces engaged in the desperate engagement to protect our homeland from the barbarians of the Soviet Union. I and all of our people thank you for the inscription and sacrifice of so a good deal you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of pacification each of you find substitute from this endless suffering inflicted by the Russians.."

Sir Leslie Stephen half-listened to the radio receiver static filled broadcast. He heard the inside information given of the slap-up battle fought on the Isthmus and near Lake Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian Seventh and Eighth Army army corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before stubborn Finnish resistance"assisted by volunteers who support our cause for freedom and self-government as a democracy against the authoritarian might of Communist Russia."

"We wish to confirm that in the last week the Russian army cushion military unit of the Russian Ninth Army corps has suffered extreme reverse due to our nation's army, air force and zealot participating behind the enemy lines. It has been confirmed that the Ninth Army has lost their commander, one general Dashicev along with the Minister of Defense for the Soviet Union, E. G. Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the social movement contrast to see first-hand what had caused the Ninth army to be held up in the field."

Sir Leslie Stephen turned his full attention to the radio…

"My fellow Fin's our love solders and nationals fighting behind the lines have demonstrated flashy and top to the world why the Ninth Army, along with all other Russian U. S. Army corps, has failed to jam our nation. In the last of the defence force diplomatic minister Russia has learned the lesson we will never surrender and never concede to their military unit of captivity. And so with each engagement we undertake against the Russian encroacher, we bleed them and bleed them more, until the day will follow in the near future when they will let in defeat and seek to piss a just and good peace."

"May the clock time soon come when we can order in full phase of the moon the activity of the two known as the Snow Fox and the ghostwriter Bear ; may God keep them dependable and wield them as instruments of justice against our ancient enemies from the barbarian lands of Russia."

Stephen whistled,"So that is whom Nikkei took down after the armoured combat vehicle exploded ?"

He imagined how Nikkei would dance around like an ale-drunken bee after hearing of the prize she had bagged. The dying of General Dashicev was welcome news, and showed his guess as to who occupied the staff car in the wagon train they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian Minister of Defense, truly marked the greatest prize any drumbeater sniper could hope to hit shortly of Premier Stalin.

He gently cleaned the rifle with an old rag, gently removing the least trace of dirt, rubble or oil his study may let left upon it."I made this for my dear Nikkei to hound deer and bear with, and now she ahs been forced by this war to suit a hunter of men. I wish her parents could see her now…"


He fought back the tear that threatened to come as his inwardness lodged in his throat. His children and grandchildren, plus all his friends there save for Nikkei are all gone. His rage at the Russians redoubled in an instant.

"Tomorrow I have to go and ‘ see what is going on'again ; hopefully this time Nikkei will not insist on coming along with me."He looked at the minor pile of supply that had been cached away in the basement of the old hunting lodge. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the food, cloths, ammunition and early sundry goods the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two small sleds he had stored among former good in the cache remained intact and untaken. At least he and Nikkei could carry more commodity on them than they can just upon their cover. Plus he had new batteries for his small radio receiver a admirer had built a few years ago…

That piffling transmitter has proven to be a true curiosity. Incredibly small-scale, lightweight and reliable, he can use it to relay or receive voice and Morse-code signal. His old Quaker in the United States who made it was a coevals ahead of his sentence, and a simple affixation allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tensity between Soviet Union and Republic of Finland had begun to increase, he and his dude smugglers plus some of the contacts they had within the armed forces began to be after and organise. Thus a relay-chain of a sort exists to pass information and instructions along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in brief transmission of Morse-code to avoid counter detective work by the Russians.

early information, orders and the like are broadcast five fourth dimension daily by the government over the public radio broadcasts. No thing how much the Russians may try, only the leaders of the partisans in specific area behind the lines possessed the necessity codes to understand them.

"All for the better then,"Stephen softly said to himself."It's past time we bleed these Russians as badly as we can and prevent any More chaos falling upon our heads…"

He stopped mumbling at the speech sound of Nikkei's ghostly footsteps immix with the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. His regard moved to his clothing hung over the back of two old chairs near the fireplace, the heat slowly drying them out after that dip in the tub.

Returning to the rifle, he observed that each role has been lovingly cared for by Nikkei. Stephen nodded his approving, delighted that she had remembered all he could teach her of such issue.

Wrapped in a thick cotton plant robe, Nikkei sat before the fire and continued towel her hairsbreadth dry.

Sir Leslie Stephen looked up at her, the brightness level from the flame caressing her in a twiddle dance of light and shadow. He saw her chewing on her low-pitched lip, obviously troubled by something, or more likely what had happened between them in the bathing room.

"Nikkei what's bothering you my earnest ?"Stephen said and laid the rifle down on its white-furred scabbard."I can severalize you are worried or troubled, so please order me and if I have wronged you somehow…"

He scooted next to her and looked into her tear-filled optic as she turned her gaze unto his.

She opened her robe to expose her bared abdomen, thigh and titty for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her unspoken question. One bridge player came to pillow on his flushed cheek, the heat flowing into her hand as she began to caress his iron-hard, weather-beaten, scarred skin in such a gentle way that it twitched with each soft and frail stroke.

"Nikkei I did not mean to offend you earlier…"Stephen's wrangle ended when she gently touched a fingertip to his backtalk. She pulled her paw away and shed the gown from her soundbox, then leaned onto her hip, sweeping her pegleg back behind her at the knee joint and propped herself up on one arm. With the early she took his deal into her and entwined their fingers.

Stephen's oculus drank in every sensuous and easy curve ball of her dead body, the fullness of her gold hair, soft down eyes total of life and botheration mixed in equal measurement, the steady salary increase and fall of her bared embrace. As his gaze descended to her most confidant of hoarded wealth she shifted her leg enough for him to see her air womanhood and the slight glint of wet already gathered there on her pelt and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few times in his life story, Stephen found himself at a loss for dustup as his brain flared to ashen hardness. He could not trust this is actually happening and with his dearest and only surviving granddaughter…

"Grandpa I want this to be my gift to you,"she said to him. He could learn the beloved and affection in her voice for him, something that had been there for old age and only now did he understand in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in honey with him long ago and now sought to actuate their relation back to the adjacent level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be alive and free of headache and wrath,"she said, her heart releasing a lone tear down her cheek."I want to be your present grandpa for tonight, to cue us both what life-time means ; I don't expect to make it through this war, so much decease has already come close…and with that armoured combat vehicle firing at me…"she shuddered at the memory of how close she had brushed with death that day.

She moved to Sir Leslie Stephen and sat down on his lap with her peg crossing behind his back. Her one mitt brought his to rest on her bosom ; the mere touch of his skin on hers sent a thrill and shivering blazing across her being. When he began to caress her breast, teasing more and more fiery waving of pleasance from her soundbox, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the diffuse snow does before the flames of a fire.

He kissed her cheek and softly flub puffs of his ignite breathing space on her neck. Stroking her hair he looked once again into her oculus and seen the love and nervousness playing against one another."Are you sure this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first-class honours degree time in such issue and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

The tearing embrace and fiery kiss she gave him answered all his questions.

So it was that they entered the old of songs, and fulfilled the oldest dancing of all, two hearts and two eubstance coming together in one ; the call of passion and primal release echoed throughout the old ruins until Stephen released his life story seed into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the exertion. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smile and whispering countersign meant for them alone.

An 60 minutes later as Nikkei contently slept away, her gentle snore merging with the crackling flaming, Sir Leslie Stephen gave her a smile and softly kissed her on the cheek before laying down for his own residuum. He made sure though that his side arm and hunting knife were within sluttish grabbing distance if they were needed.


28 December, 1939 Suomussalimi, Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the couriers salute and dismissed him with a everyday wave of his mitt.

Two solar day ago he had been alerted to important instructions that will go far at his home base ; and given the electric current weather condition that raged just outside the hotels thick stone walls, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a courier to be risked in temperatures, C. P. Snow and winds that were the worst in recorded history.

Since him and the 27th foot Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign unpaid worker, he had waged relentless irregular warfare to bleed the Russian ninth United States Army Corp white and hold them to this region when from all accounts they could have been used on the isthmus during the live Russian assault.

However the Russians had dug in deep and still managed to keep him from mounting a successful strike across the river. He could defend and not attack, and the Lapp for them…a frustration that grew all the more with each passing day. Even his raiding parties had met with minimal success, save for sniping at the Russians who hid in their bastioned positions.

Only maitre d'hotel Robinson and his men, aided by the partisans led by the old colonel Stephen and his aide called"coke Fox"have scored massive succeeder upon success upon success. When he considered the reputation of the old colonel, commonly known as the"Ghost Bear'in the conclusion great war, it is short wonder the man leads and coordinates the partisans to such a disk, even as he and the Charles Percy Snow Fox carry out their own two-person Crusade upon the hated Russians.

He opened the packet and withdrew out the bundle of text file and photograph, and whistled when he gave the top varlet - edict from airfield marshal Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in brief and concise point that major reinforcements were expected to be arriving inside two weeks for the Russian Ninth Army Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his field headquarters. He shouted above the howling wind for his senior officer to garner around him as he woke his driver to take him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything stronger than raid across the river to slit apart the remaining specialty of the one-ninth U. S. Army while clip remained. So he had chosen to visit the forward United States Department of Defense and insure the Russians received a lovesome welcome when they struck.

As expected, the defenses were strong and growing stronger with each passing game day ; with log and stone bunkers housing political machine guns, anti-tank cannon and fighting stance for infantry. Other positions inside the town had already been made ready…when the Russians struck the river and snowfall would be red with their blood.




28 Dec, 1939 Berlin, Germany

"Ah yes, I will direct this one here,"full admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with all right baseball field. He held it in both hands and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the light played across each gem. The jewelry maker had promised the endowment would be crafted to perfection, and so he had achieved yet again with the gift for his dear wife.

"Klaus what do you guess of it ?"Donitz asked of his bodyguard and driver. He moved around to look the man so he could see the wonderful magic wrought by Karl, his personal jeweler and one of the few men he called a true master of that trade.

"Admiral, as always Mr. Karl has outdone himself, you have chosen the gift well for Mrs. Donitz and she will probably be pleased beyond quantity at your gift of affection for her."Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the computer storage and all of the people within it, plus those who paused even for a instant to seem through the storefronts windows. His mitt never strayed far from the grip of his pistol.

The strait of temptress caused everyone to grow and watch the street as the motorcade of Chancellor Hitler began to pass by. Donitz looked at his watch and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some work was being done on his vehicle last night as I left the office. Did you remember to have that looked into Klaus ?"

"Yes sir, I had it checked out by naval security, and the Gestapo John R. Major in tutelage of security measure ensured me when I appeared in person that ‘ a pocket-size problem had arisen and was even now being fixed.'most strange idiom though for the man,"Major Klaus never finished his sentence.

full admiral Donitz formula changed from delectation to electric shock and then abject horror as the Chancellors car came into sight, and disappeared in a thunderous explosion that tore the vehicle asunder. Major Klaus took the brunt of the shockwave which blew out the storefront, killing him instantly along with Karl…

Donitz coughed, choked and gasped for air amidst the roiling swarm of dust and smoke. He made his way out to the street where many fomite burned, and all too many people lay on the priming in pools of red. One look at the twisted, burning clay of the Chancellors car told him there would be, could not be, any subsister ; but he rushed over to see if against all odds his nation loss leader had somehow survived.

The armed services date swarmed the area to gain control as fast as potential ; one officer threatened Admiral Donitz until he showed his war machine papers and then took dominance over the scenery. All too swiftly the truth was confirmed when the fires of the premier car were extinguished at long last.

chancellor Hitler was dead, assassinated by a bomb placed within the car that had detonated the petrol tank.

"So it has been accomplished,"admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his head in incredulity, a wonderful act for the sake of show to the batch. His personal agents, unity loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the meshwork of Russian spies and agents that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their design to work. Now that it had, his allies in the High German government would ensure his succession to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the support of Goering and his faction, would deal with Russia once and for all…of line he still had to make a ‘ phone birdsong'to the genius behind this mad plot to assure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 Moscow, Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic

Everyone in the room jumped at the I gunshot that seemed to rumble and rebound about the meeting room for the high program line of the Russian Armed Forces. Quickly they resumed their posture of replete attention, each expecting to be the adjacent one personally gunned down by the man at the straits of the table…

"brother I believe my point has been duly made,"premier Stalin calmly stated as he holstered his pistol. He gave a nod and two NKVD safety rushed over and dragged the body of General Voroshilov, who of late had been recalled to Moscow for ‘ private consultations regarding the war.'

"I will tolerate no more failures in the matter of this war with Finland,"he growled,"each day our nation loses yet more influence, respect and location around the world. I have since the failed offensive of 22-23 Dec given orders for monolithic reinforcements to deploy in the areas of the Seventh and Eighth Army Corps, we have peace with the High German and thus our nominal head with them is now reduced to second and third rank units ; the elite group forces being redeployed will be in place by the end of January, when the net offensive shall begin."

"The Ninth Army corp shall transmit limited offensive ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any more major usage."He smashed his clenched fist onto the table many times to underline his distributor point.

Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili went on for some clip berating the cosmos for all personal manner of perceived slight and secret plan being carried out against him and the Soviet Union. His rage grew to such tallness and depth that many of the men gathered feared he would either die of a stroke ; or have everyone shot down on the bit by the sub-machinegun wielding NKVD bodyguards who circled behind each man like a watching and waiting vulture.

From one side an officeholder appeared, delivered respective content frame to Stalin and then bolted for his life after being dismissed with a casual wave. As he scanned them his mode swung from rage to outright joy back to a stewing, stewing fad that promised dying to someone before the dark passed.

"Gentlemen,"Stalin declared with a pull calm and smiling while holding up the third subject matter contour in one hand,"as I stated, we have peace with Germany and now it is guaranteed for some time to come. Our federal agent in the High German high dictation have confirmed the intelligence being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is utterly. somebody managed to localize an explosive twist inside of his panoplied car, and needless to say the carnage wrought was phenomenal. full admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new Chancellor of Germany and thus will take many calendar month to fully discard of his rivals and gain good control over his nation's governance."

The staff officer and minister shouted and cheered at the news of Hitler's death, and gave off calls for the long life of Premier Stalin, the Soviet Union and the inevitable domination of the world by Communism. By almost general spontaneousness they began to sing the interior song of USSR, their dedication and opinion in their cause having been reconfirmed by the universe of discourse at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two early messages that arrived at the same time. They detailed the movements of general Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Suomi Front. During the flying to headquarters near a secured airport the plane carrying them, escorted by twelve fighters, was jumped by a large number of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian airplane pilot fought until their planes went down in flame. Despite their trump exploit, the plane carrying both generals had been shot down as well with no subsister. Once again the leaders of his armed forces had disappointed him, and the reports of flagging morale among the infantry along with some unit on the bound of mutiny confirmed the officer were deliberately failing, seeking movement to throw out him once and for all from power.

Something inside of Joseph Stalin snapped, his fad breaking out in volcanic proportions.

None of the jubilant officers before him knew what hit them when with a nod Stalin had his escort cut them down to the last. He summoned his personal aide and demanded a prepared written document, which once he signed with a few casual strokes of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communication commissar and dispatched.

Within xlviii hours the blood bath had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed forces higher command and replacing all officers of Major or higher membership with Political political commissar. He gave new gild to all of the Russian armed forces ; any pinch of disloyalty or deficiency of proper communist spirit will result in that man's entire platoon or ship's company being summarily executed en mass.

Joseph Stalin never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding Chain of result his madness and lustfulness for blood would let loose in short order…


30 Dec, 1939 Germany, OKH High program line

Admiral Donitz, newly sworn in Chancellor of the Exchequer of FRG and all of her citizenry looked out the window of his office and the pristine snow from the belated storm. Just over twenty-four hr ago Chancellor Adolf Hitler had been assassinated by a bomb planted inside of his armored staff car ; in short monastic order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a crowd of Russian spy and agents who caused Adolf Hitler's death.

Their execution warrantee were the number 1 thing taken care of by Donitz after taking the oath of berth. Now he had a monumental pick to ready, one discussed long into the Nox by him and the highschool Command. He had been aware of architectural plan being drafted, on Hitler's orders, for an intrusion of Russia…he wondered if Hitler had been aware of his pending death, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's dying at the script of suspected Russian agent, proven or not, gave them the sound and moral justice for the invasion to add up. The John Roy Major world leaders, even those of France and United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, had been contacted via direct or third-party transmitted cable television service of the programme to carry on with Russia and Stalin for their betrayal in assassinating the High German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual condolence and various grade of admonition of Russia.

From Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, the Daladier politics response was confused, drawn and uncommitted one way or another. That came as no surprise to Donitz, having anticipated such from the instant the cable's length were sent out.

What did electric shock him was that from England, or more precisely the two cable system received from England. One from the parliament condemning Russia and urging peace negotiation are held between Russia and Federal Republic of Germany to conclude this matter ; the latter, and thus the most important as far as Donitz was concerned came directly from Churchill…


To the Chancellor of Germany, Admiral Donitz,

In concern to the matter of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and their demonstrated barbarity to the right conduct of relations between governments I say this much. So long as marshall Hermann Goering continues to supply arms to Finland via Kingdom of Sweden and no interference with our own arms shipments to Finland comes about, we wish you God speed and decisive victory over the godless Russian government of Stalin.

"Gentlemen,"prime minister Donitz began as he turned to face up the forgather High Command,"most of our military force are in place already since the invasion of Poland and we have managed to secretly increase our military group there by a orotund degree. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the plan and boilersuit goal ?"

Each military officer in turn affirmed his use and detailed any survive minute concerns, particular and so off. Satisfied that all is in blank space Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the orders laid out before him…

"gentleman's gentleman"he said,"surgery Wotan, the invasion and death of the Soviet Union, will depart at 12:01 a.m. on 10 January, 1940. Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili has inflicted pain in the ass and rakehell upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Stalin sewed the wind with the come of war in Finland, and now he will reap the crop of steel and ancestry and fire born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 December, 1939 England, unknown quantity location

"Thank you for the yell,"Churchill said into the sound,"it had been almost unexpected but delightful none the less and I wish you victory in your crusade against Russia."

He hung up the phone and sighed at the Chain of case now coming Forth River to fruition. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic white as Finland continued to defy common gumption, logic and belief in their consistent suppression of one Russian United States Army Corp after another in horrendous fight around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the tuner of such heroes as the blow Devil, spectre Bear and the coke Fox. Individuals who had managed to bring down peck carnage at key time and placement on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Finland nominal head perished with intelligence activity given to the Finland Air force-out from Britain.

Of course of instruction, the assassination of Hitler carried out by disloyal German who assumed the British broker who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a lawsuit to keep open the Western globe. Russian Federation and Germany will hemorrhage each other blanched, and by the time they deal with one another, Britain and France will be ready to face the German language United States Army who will come at them.

As a historian Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of death and destruction he has unleashed, but for the rice beer of a give up future and saving decade of one thousand thousand of life sentence, he chose the less of two iniquity set before him.

One other matter caused him no end of concern ; the uncomplicated fact of Admiral Donitz being able to commit a take aim call option to Winston S. Churchill's ‘ secret'location meant the man had agents all over England. broker that for some reason he used for his own cryptic purposes and never shared with his fellow Germans.

Churchill shook his head, mentally replaying the conversation word by Holy Scripture he had with the new prime minister of Deutschland. He examined each nuance, idiosyncrasy and inflection for the little edge it may give him in any hereafter relations with Admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, audaciousness, and cunning of the man were unbelievable to learn and witness as he described to First Duke of Marlborough dates, meter, billet and conversations of English language incursion agents and spies who had manipulated the Russian factor into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the English agent from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the English embassy in Switzerland for repatriation. Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill folded his bridge player together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to trace this composite enigma enshrouded within a conundrum that represented Donitz…no affair what ; Donitz had proven to be an antagonist worth watching very, very closely.


8 January, 1940 rear-area Russian Ninth U. S. Army corps

Commissar full general Kolya stood on the sign front porch and watched the low stars of the night emerge in the solve sky. It reminded him of the small farming village he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the revolution and subsequent dominance of the Communist party.

Of course this picky Finnish community, once called Summers Mist, had been exterminated in the first off hour of the war. These hoi polloi had refused to see the inevitable, that their government had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the west and thus they had paid for the perfidiousness of the Finland government who refused to abide by with the rightful demand of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a admiration as the nighttime to see,"he stated to the adjutant and to political commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston, commanders of the 51st and 58th Infantry Divisions."Now then, I have plans set out for dealing with these troublesome partisan once and for all…."


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From a wooded mound that looked down on the stiff of summertime Mist Stephen watched with dandy involvement the cluster of tents and vehicle which marked the corp military headquarters unit. The aggregation of police officer standing out in the cold told him loud and clear that they were elder Russian commanders ; ace that would learn a final and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the headquarters new location from one of many minibike riding courier they had disposed of since Christmas. Her furor at the mere thought process of Russians standing amidst her old home plate only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the luck to seduce one more than major victory over the invaders.

The Finnish radiocommunication Stations of the Cross conducted their fixture updates of the war, now reduced to a range of mountains of fierce skirmishes on the front telephone line and antenna battles between the Suomi and Russian air forces. The message sent to partisan unit of measurement behind the business confirmed this, plus directed them to strike as hard as they can when chance presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's position to his right and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a bunch of rocks, trees, shrub and a snow cloak set up as a hunters blind he could barely clear out her outline as she lay as low to the ground as possible. With a motion he informed her to spud when the scoop opportunity presented itself.

Sir Leslie Stephen returned to watching the cantonment with his binoculars, noting a rumbling band of trucks passing behind the commanders'tent…




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commissar general Kolya turned to face up the slowly convoy of trucks that snaked its way up the road and passed his tent. One band of NKVD personnel office riding in the back of a truck saluted as they passed, as did the future and the next after that. His heart surged in pride at this M show of proper political disembodied spirit and loyalty to the state which he will use to inspire and terrify the Russian infantry into proper shape.

On his desk sat a pile of paper that many units in his command were in virtually mutiny, having refused to comply with lawfully given orders by their new NKVD officers. All of the old ship's officer had been, as per Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili's orders, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the military officer and not spared the lieutenant and captains as Stalin had done.

Two days ago he had assumed control of the one-ninth Army corporation and now he has to take with this insurrection ; and if reports are true, it is spreading like wildfire in a drought stricken wood through the Russian Army…especially with units being sent to reenforce the Finnish Front.

He turned to the two divisional commanders and waved at the expiration trucks,"gentleman's gentleman these are the true meat and soul of the state of matter ; you will whip the men of your new social unit into shape and then we shall administer with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing truck repeatedly backfired.


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Nikkei watched in her rifles scope the officer who strutted around like a lofty old cock about to be sent to the kitchen for a holiday feast. A man who thought himself to be a adept or loss leader of men, and instead he is just one more rooster - fat, proud, arrogant and filled with his own self-worth…and about to pay the Mary Leontyne Price for that uttermost hubris…

She squeezed the trigger…

eruption !


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political commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston watched in slack-jawed revulsion as their commander toppled forward as a marionette cut free of its string section. The headquarters safety device, gathered officer and stave looked at the crimson stain that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the white snow ; for an infinity of clock time they could not storm their torso to move, horrified at having death visit them so far behind the front line lines…

An eternity that lasted all too long when they were in the mess of the shooter…


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Up-back, forward-down went the rifle bolt as Nikkei chambered a new round of golf. She aligned the crosshairs on the next officer, one among many, who stood around in frozen terror…

strike !
Bang !



Twice more her rifle barked, the racket covered by the incessant backfiring of the truck. As per Stephens plan she immediately backed from her position, pulled down the Baron Snow of Leicester cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. inside ten proceedings they were skiing voiceless and fast to renounce the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD commander of the headquarters guard watched the three superior general fall one after the succeeding. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the management of the backfiring hand truck which had a man who held his pistol in the centering of the fallen generals.

"There in the hand truck, the gunner is in the motortruck,"he bellowed out to his assembling men."Shoot them down, all of them…"

Instantly the twenty men who had assembled by this time leveled their sub-machineguns and opened blast, tearing the truck, device driver and NKVD guards to shreds. A grenade was lobbed into the spread backside and reduced the vehicle to twisted alloy and a roaring flame that marked the tomb of two grudge of state security personnel.

A gunfire to his right dropped one of his men to the ground, mortally wounded. He turned to see NKVD promenade jumping down from the trucks that followed and assumed a coup was underway by traitors to the state."Cut them all down, everyone of the traitors…"

His live dictation ended in a gurgle and sprayer of stock as a burst of bullets tore his dresser open.

Pandemonium reigned as factions of NKVD troops tore into one another, leaving grade beat and many more wounded upon the snowy ruination of summer Mist. This chaos only escalated when maitre d'hotel Robinson and his men stumbled onto the scene, already prepared to raid the home base, and swept the stead clean and jerk of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not impart off they departed as silently as wraith and reported to the Republic of Finland high gear Command another success for the ‘ Ghost Bear'and the ‘ Snow Fox,'who initiated the minor civil war at the headquarters.


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Four hour and various kilometer later, Sir Leslie Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her haircloth in praise. They set off for the next hidden cache and tax shelter from which they will plan the adjacent strikes against the Russians.

"grandpa what do you think all that gunfire was about after we left ?"Nikkei asked of Stephen.

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a clump of our soldiers arrived in time to take advantage of the chaos you created and exterminated the entire home base and that convoy of motortruck. cum Nikkei we have to cover a lot of background tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonlight to guide us…"

With that they moved off as unsounded as last amidst the deep woods.




9 January, 1940 STAVKA HQ, Soviet Union

The coconspirator gathered for the final clock time, knowing they are committed no affair the outcome. One by one each went over his contribution of the architectural plan, the character of his military personnel or governance department, and the soaked timeline they had to uphold to the second once everything began.

One small disruption in the plan, one slipup of any kind and it will be all over. But the stakes of their loser would be the death of Russia and infliction of a German language warlord and administration over the motherland for God alone knew how many generations.

The agents of the NKVD had recently received confirmation of the High German armed effect gathering en mass along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Poland. An immense forcefulness of motorize infantry and of tanks, airplanes and bombers…an incredible fist of smoothing iron prepared to bankrupt rest home into a weakened Russia.

Normally the arm forces of Russia would be sufficient to deter the Germans, but now mutiny was sweeping the four army corps stuck within Finland and others enroute to Finland or still on the frontier had joined with them. Commissars had been killed, elections of new officers held and notices sent to STAVKA in the clear…

The troop will no longer conform to orders given by Stalin or his men and called upon the Germans to obtrude upon and liberate their homeland from the oppression of Communism.

The German promptly responded, declaring to the world they will commence their ‘ firing of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 January, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the wireless that he held only Stalin and his henchmen, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian population responsible for the blackwash of Chancellor Hitler…

So the conspirator knew what had to be done : liquidate Stalin.

"We have to do this tonight, and we must win, or we lose the mother country to the Germans."full general Georgi Zhukov, the lone general to outlast Joseph Stalin's fury, told the gathered men."founder the ordering, in one hour it begins…"

With those wrangle the men departed to save their homeland.


9 January, 1940 Berlin, FRG

"general has this been confirmed ?"premier Donitz said into the phone. His staff waited in tense silence, each one wondering if the events being reported in Russia are reliable ; and if not true, will their Chancellor give the concluding guild to start up the encroachment of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the sound. He breathed deeply, turned to his faculty and smiled in truthful delectation."Gentlemen, the news have been confirmed, Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili and his confederate are dead and general Zhukov has been sworn in as the new Prime Minister of Russia. The lodge have already been confirmed by our listening posts and federal agent in Moscow, all conflict save for local self-protection is to give up immediately at heart Finland and a ‘ postulation'made to our authorities to mediate peace talks between Finland and Russia."

"order of magnitude are to be sent at once that the invasion of Russia is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his greatest surprisal for finale as he held up a alphabetic character delivered earlier by the ambassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal letter of Winston Churchill who has accepted our offer of a return to the status-quo of 1939 between our body politic. We will withdraw from Polska, though it shall remain as a vassal governance in our field of influence."


"man,"Donitz continued,"we have peace at last and FRG has become a world power once again. The insult and infamy inflicted upon us in the Great War has been erased forever…"

With that the prime minister dismissed his men and returned to the day to day grind of running a regime. He did pause briefly to contemplate how the futurity will go from here on out. Peace has come to Europe as far as Germany is concerned, though Italy's dictator Mussolini is making his usual blustering racket about Northern Africa…

"Let the man face the British and French people alone if he is stupid enough to charter them on alone,"Donitz declared.


10 Jan, 1940 rear-area of Russian one-ninth Army Corps

In the depth of their sheltered camp Stephen, Nikkei and Captain Robinson listened to the vox of domain Marshal Mannheim come assoil and trenchant over the radio. They could scarcely believe their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign volunteers and zealot who have been involved in the Defense of our homeland against the forces of a tyrannical Soviet Russia ; this day, a great day of celebration for us all, I am glad to glorify that the despot of Russia, prime minister Stalin is abruptly. His replacement prime minister Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov has ordered all Russian power are to stop ill will at once after a massive demo of the Russian peoples collective firmness led to their solders refusing to take over rules of order anymore."

Nikkei looked at Stephen, hoping against hope that this is not a ambition she will shortly wake up from…

"The premier of Germany, full admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his governing being a neutral mediator for peace of mind talk to be held by representative of Suomi and Russia. This marriage proposal has been supported in the conclusion hour by the administration of Britain and France and the United States. Ladies and man, as will be confirmed in short-circuit order by the governing prescribed broadcast, our valiant struggle of democracy against communist tyranny has come to an end. Our sacrifices have been great, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the efforts of all who defended our fatherland on the movement line of descent, and from behind enemy lines, hero sandwich such as the C Beelzebub, Snow Fox and Ghost Bear. Lady and Gentlemen, the war is over…"

The remaining words were drowned out by the collective shouts of joy and delight by Nikkei, Stephen and maitre d' Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Sir Leslie Stephen strong arms and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long finally she and he will recall home and build a new lifetime in the ancestral home of their people.

"Grandpa…"she began only to be hushed by him.

"Nikkei please call me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will head nursing home, or anywhere else you wish to. I have several attribute across the region from my…other activities,"he rolled his optic to the paradise at the amount of money he had stashed away from being a smuggler.

"Grandpa…sorry, Stephen…"Nikkei said,"That old hunting lodge. We make it our home and see what we can pass water out of it for the future. I'm tired of hunting Russians, and I want to put this nightmare past me once and for all…"

"Sorry to disrupt the romantic kiss and such,"said Captain Walker Smith with a widely smiling,"but I have orders to see the two of you to sphere marshall Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather extreme effect on the man…"

Robinson shook his head and stopped talking as Nikkei and Stephen headed to their protection, determined to have a common soldier celebration of their own."It can wait a bit, it can wait…thank God the war is finally over."

So it is that the first crash between East and Benjamin West, between Communist Russia and those who love to be unloosen has come to an end. The madness of Stalin has ceased, the mighty and unstoppable Red Bear beaten, humiliated and humbled by one nation united for the defense of their homeland, and due to the courageousness and determination of the ones known in history to come as ‘ Snow Fox'and"Ghost Bear'history has changed forever…

The long feared European war ceased before it even began as Germany brokered a go peace treaty between Union of Soviet Socialist Republics ( now led by Zhukov ) and Finland. All territorial reserve amplification and pre-war call made by the USSR were fully dropped, and the final exam international borders established under the eyes of indifferent party from the United States and Holland, Belgium and early tyke powers.

FRG and England entered into an queasy truce with one another, born by heyday Minister Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging respect'for Chancellor Donitz of Federal Republic of Germany, who forged a issue of industrial and sell business deal of mutual benefit to the two commonwealth people. Though many doubted the commitment of the new German chancellor, his subsequent restoration of Poland and the Balkland states to full reign helped ease these doubts in the end.

Italy's dictator Mussolini made his usual gripe and threats to restore the greatness of the original conglomerate of Rome across the land of Northern Africa. He dismissed the warnings of France and Britain as ‘ minor barks and yelping of vote down Empires.'

Chancellor Donitz delivered two subject matter to Il Duce - the initiative being an posterior ‘ discouragement'for him to ‘ not upset the current balance of power in a Europe now finding peace and prosperity again.'

Il Duce promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly behavior of the new German Chancellor'and prepared his nation to go to war. Thus he in short decree received the second, and final, message of Donitz : a turkey in the bathtub…and a restitution of a free and democratic mean of popular government under the fuse security of Great Britain and Deutschland.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to lead Federal Republic of Germany and her multitude for twelve More years until voluntarily refusing to run for a one-third six-year term of office staff. He declared ‘ it is time for the future multiplication, those who have never seen the look of war, but the joy of peace, to lead.'

Until the end of his days Donitz, as with Churchill, remained fighting as diplomatist for their respective land, and even held a niggardly respect for one another ; although Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his sidereal day when asked about a ‘ certain headphone song he received one Night from Donitz…"

Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault became a nation that descended into political Chaos in the eld to come ; one government activity alliance rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and loss of the French territories to the victorious Japanese did a new administration under Chenier bring some mother wit of Hope and stability to the Carry Amelia Moore Nation. But as a whole, the best days were butt France as her colonies in Africa broke free and became independent nations.

The Scandinavian nations continued to thrive beyond anyone's wildest of aspiration in the years to descend ; in time they formed an economic alliance which grew to rival that of Germany and England combined, and before the end of the 1950's had wrested almost half the American English import market from those two respective nations.

On November 1, 1941 full admiral Isoroko Isoroku Yamamoto ascended to extrusion and absolute controller of the armed military force of the Empire of japan. With the blessings of the Saturnia pavonia, the willing diplomatic help of PM Georgi Zhukov of Russia and of President Roosevelt of US, Isoroku Yamamoto pulled all troops of Japan from China in a stag coitus interruptus that seen the compound powers of Europe and US begin to do the same.

No one knows to this date the truth of the matter, yet on Dec 5, 1941 President F. D. Roosevelt, on his way to Japan at the personal invitation of the Emperor Hirohito, disappeared with the threatening squad car Chicago that he travelled upon. The only message of consternation received was that of"fire in the forward engine way has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President Truman called for the matter to be investigated, and American naval forcefulness were sent to the last sleep with view of the Chicago. Two British corvettes, One Canadian glide Guard vas and three Japanese destroyers arrived on the panorama to only rule a sphere of debris and oil slicks covering miles of ocean.

What has been documented is the first base American English vessel, a destroyer whose Captain despised the Japanese, on the scene immediately assumed the Nipponese vessels had sunk the Chicago ; he demanded their giving up and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian River vessel were searching for survivor, commenced to fire upon them - one vas sunk, hard damage done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the ruiner in turn.

frankincense commenced the great Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On December 7, 1941, a hostile coition, whipped into a delirium by a minuscule fistful of anti-Japanese fiend declared war on the Empire of Nippon and directed Chief Executive Truman to direct the war until ‘ flat resignation of the Empire of japan occurred.'

Seeing the opportunities for territorial profit and greater influence across the Pacific, on Dec 10 and 11, French Republic and England joined the United States in declaring war upon the Nipponese for ‘ crimes of such magnitude as to defy green signified or decency.'

Everyone expected the Japanese conglomerate would fall by the end of 1942, and plans were already being prepared for the partition of the home islands. Federal Republic of Germany declared neutrality in the subject, as did Soviet Russia ; though both had supply special technology and resourcefulness to Japan in hidden to develop the war-ending means…

Three long and bloody eld of protracted struggle resulted in Yamamoto bringing victory for the Empire of Japan ; seven decisive naval and land interlocking ended in Japan's favor, with the terminal accord ending the war leaving Japan in possession of Indo-China, portions of India and Ceylon, and most of the Pacific. Though the Philippine's were restored to United States after they were to be declared ‘ neutral territory.'

Many historiographer have learned that the peace of mind was wrought with an unverbalised threat from Nihon to unleash the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their final armed services victory - the atomic bomb. In a buck private diplomatic cablegram to the leaders of America, England and France, emperor moth Hirohito stated if the plate islands were attacked, the new ‘ superintendent bomb'would be used in retaliation upon the offending allied nation.

In due prison term the Winter War will pass away into history, but it will not be forgotten as the time when a Democratic nation dared to do the impossible and within that war, the actions of Nikkei and Stephen changed the world forever. Thus comes to a last the legend of the Snow Fox.


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