23 August, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a move that has shocked the political world at large ; the political science of Germany and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have concluded and signed a treaty of mutual non-aggression. The issue assertion of many world loss leader has ranged across the spectrum, from ones of rejoicing that the candidate of another slap-up war in Europe has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more than information or are involved in a serial publication of ‘ intense discussions'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Lady and gentlemen today it is my sad obligation to denote that war has returned to the continent of European Economic Community as on this day the gird forces of Germany have invaded western Polska. Heavy fighting is reported by all position, with Germany announcing ‘ deep, massive and sail penetration'by its arm forces. Allegedly the polish army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers and the government has fled the res publica for asylum in Romania. Unofficial history from radio hustler in Poland speak of continued ohmic resistance that is ‘ stout, strong and define'in the font of the unprovoked hostility of Germany.

Many globe loss leader have strongly denounced this aggression on the part of the political science of Germany, with France, Britain and the United States of America demanding that the armies of Deutschland cease all aggression at once. This is to be followed by withdrawal to the original border, while an International mediation via the League of Nations occurs to settle the subject of enmity between the respective governments.

No comment has been relayed from the German language government.


3 September, 1939 ( headline )

On this day the crisis in EU has grown exponentially, with the government of France and United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland officially declaring war upon the politics of Federal Republic of Germany for the intrusion of Polska. contact lens within the respective military and government departments tell that armed intervention in Polska, and the direct territorial invasion of FRG ‘ shall occur within a helping hand count of days, or at most, before the next two calendar week are over.'

The fight continues on, with the governance of Deutschland reporting More and more territory gained with each passing 60 minutes, while gloss sources report the master thrust of the German Blitzkrieg has been blunted, but that the nation casualties have been high. The announcement of the declaration of war by Anatole France and Britain has brought renewed promise for the pester nation.


17 Sept, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a relocation of blatant self-seeking and aggression the armies of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have invaded eastern Republic of Poland. The congresswoman of the USSR declared that the move is to secure that law and fiat and stability are maintained in the face of the complete collapse of the glossiness government. Within hour the relocation had been condemned by virtually members of the conference of Nations…


5 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Poland has officially ceased to exist according to the governments of Germany and the USSR. The small nations of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia have been annexed by the Russia after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ mutual defense accord'with the central communist government activity of Russia….

Unconfirmed reputation acknowledgment that officials from Finland have been invited to Russian capital for ‘ give-and-take of a most particular nature concerning the reciprocal defense force of both countries.'One former high-level military officer explained that usually means ‘ Moscow makes the threats and Suomi will spend a penny concessions, or there shall be war in the end…'


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oceanic abyss in the halls of STAVKA, Supreme home base for the gird power of the USSR, the assembled leaders stand at aid as the lone man walked calmly in the door and silently proceeded to the chief of the farseeing, map-covered table.

His every footfall echoed like thunder across the room, and heightened the thick tension that was further magnified by his air of world power, confidence, ruthlessness and determination. He reveled in the fear that radiated from all of those salute, for all knew with a dim-witted gesture, a nod, or one spoken Son, he could make or break any or all of their career, institutionalize them to the gulag for life, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his ass he motioned for all to sit and began to explain the matters at hand."Comrades, the subjugation of Polska and the appropriation of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia are nearing pass completion. The ancient territories of our great Rodinia are nearly complete, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous crack to them, the crawler of the Imperialist Rebecca West, especially those of Britain, who ‘ govern'in Republic of Finland, have slapped aside the hand of Communist generosity."

"companion, as of now I am instructing all of you to enact the architectural plan we have prepared for such an eventuality,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his clenched fist as his eyes, frigidity and hoar, blazed with craze and rage at the government who has defied him since he was forced to sign the 1921 treaty of Tartu forced upon the peaceable masses of the USSR by the decrepit and Imperialist-led League of Nations.

"Comrades, explain to me again every item of the design as they exist at this time, do not forget out one particular,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, penis of the fear State certificate setup, to learn for the low hint of defeatism, faltering or anything that may be construed as traitorousness. For those so surmise the resultant would be publically declared ‘ a tranquility and well make retirement'…

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

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

For nearly twenty year he had fumed over the chagrin Finland and her Imperialist backer 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 country of origin, under proper communist guidance of course.

He listened as the details were explained over several minute, with only one lowly addition proposed to ensure there will be no doubt as to ‘ Suomi aggressiveness'being the campaign of the coming invasion."Make it so,"said Stalin.


31 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Today before the assemblage of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign Minister Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov, for the first prison term in world announced the terms ‘ requested'of the governing of Finland to ‘ check the defence mechanism of the peaceable people of the join of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ postulation,'a civilized term for what about people in the democratic res publica of the world will call ‘ requirement at the point of a gun'were for land to be leased for thirty eld, or transferred directly into the hands of the Soviet Union while the government of Finland would receive in issue nation that is destitute and worthless. German Chancellor Adolph Hitler has called upon the mass of Finland and their leaders to bear the terms peacefully while meter remains for them to do so…

acerate leaf to say, the substance of ‘ while fourth dimension remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased stress in a continent already at war between the Allies and the axis of rotation powers.


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

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

computer memory of that fierce clip played across his head as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its perfect design and residue, custom-made as a birthday present to one especial to him, will make her one of the greatest of hunters ever to stalk plot in the Mrs. Henry Wood. The new scope mounted to it was commissioned by a friend of his, whose designs were a generation or more ahead of their time.

Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to pull ahead the final feel of how shine it will play when time was of the substance - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner. No flaw could be found, no blemish, no mistake in his greatest creative activity of all the firearms he has handcrafted in his life as an armorer, soldier, hunter and…dealer in goods and stuff Charles Herbert Best left wing unexplained and preferably never found by agents of the law.

He and his champion had prepared to the advantageously they could…let the Russians come, the hornets draw close waits…

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

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

All too soon Stephen would get along to understand the prophetical tone of his words. For that rifle will be wielded by one to become a legend…


24 November, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Tensions continue to build up between the government activity of Suomi and the Soviet Union as two retort proposal of marriage were made to retrieve an honorable solution to the demands of Moscow. Both proposal were summarily rejected as being completely unacceptable on the premise they would go away the USSR completely vulnerable in the region of Leningrad.

All diplomatic ties between Finland and the USSR have been severed by the exit of the Finnish political party after being ordered home to Helsinki for ‘ consultations.'


26 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Unconfirmed report coming from the party news avail of the USSR have declared a ‘ surprisal and dastardly onrush on Russian territory has occurred by units of the Fascist government of Finland upon direction by their masters, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign curate Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov has condemned this ‘ mass murder of Russian young and destruction of much Russian story in the border settlement of Mainila…

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"My feller familiar,"declared the legendary ‘ man of steel,'PM Joseph Stalin to the Soviet High bidding who stood at care before the table where he sat."dialogue have fallen through with the Fascist governance of Republic of Finland, and now we have this unprovoked violation upon our homeland. As per design already prepared for such an occurrence, the orders are henceforward given to you and your troops…just before first light on 30 November the bang-up army of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics shall invade Finland and free her oppressed masses who cry for exemption under a proper commie government."

His angriness flared hot in his eye and iron-cold in his words as he slammed his hand on the hard table,"I will be very clean-cut in this matter. loser will not be tolerated ; the flimsy sign of incompetency, cowardly action and treachery against the company or the state will stand for compendious performance by the NKVD. All parliamentary law and plans made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

needle to say everyone got the message.

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

Soon enough the disgrace inflicted upon him by Suomi so long ago will be avenged, a dark spot on his fierce reputation. Everyone present knew that the words he spoke of failed negotiations were mere window dressing, for the might of four Russian Army corp was in station at key crossing points along the Finland - Russian border.

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



30 Nov 1939 rear-area of Russian ninth U. S. Army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the moulding part from the wooded ridgepole just shy of the Finnish-Russian margin. The low settlement, little more than than a hamlet not even worthy of a stigma on any prescribed map, showed at the limits of his opera glasses, just one more modest obstacle for the grand liberation of Suomi that will be erased in a few more than minutes.

He turned to the regimental commander who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his final education in the great movement that is to set about. Each parliamentary law was repeated back in precise item to him and to the division's head political commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( nation Security ). All of the officers knew that one trip-up, one failure, one infraction, or the appearance of any of the aforementioned, can become grounds for summary carrying into action by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glance at the freshly turned earth that marked thirty graves of feller officers who were shot an hour ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting spirit for the grounds of the state.'

"Comrades,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered military officer,"our naval division has been granted the honor of spearheading the movement in the liberation of our Communist brethren from the fascists who currently rule Republic of Finland. As you know, less than 72 60 minutes ago, our autonomous ground was violated in a border clash designed to chevvy the macrocosm's sympathy for the banditti leadership of Finland and thus deform them against our good leader comrade Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and forth around the officers, as one would have a bun in the oven of a rancher or husbandman inspecting his prized collection of cows and steers before sending them to grocery store. He went on with his speech,"Comrades, each of us will perform our parts to perfection, and we will maintain radiocommunication secretiveness as per Army main office orders until learn otherwise. Use the motorbike couriers you have well and with due diligence, no opportunity to crush the foe must be wasted."

He hammered his clenched fist into his gloved hand,"stop number, stupor and grim atmospheric pressure, this is how we shall split this segment of the front blood wide outdoors and win ever onward. All captive taken are to be sent to our companion of nation Security unless directed, as per purchase order signed by PM associate Joseph Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by purchase order of Major-General Commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled graves to one side of the accumulate officer,"Understand, there is to be no hideaway or resignation,"his voice deepened as his rage mounted,"those who do so are guilty of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these traitor to the province have been dealt with."

"Now return to your regiments and get ready to get over the mete as per programme,"he watched the officeholder salute and flee for their staff vehicle like a panicked assemblage of rabbit in the sight of a circle of hawks on the hunt.

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Sir Leslie Stephen had just crested the small hills acme when he heard the first-class honours degree thundering of artillery unleashed from across the border. He watched in horror as gust after crushing blast of shank shell and rockets landed around the hamlet of Summers Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's natal day political party is taking place, a day of joy and happiness as his homeland neared war that no one wanted to receive happen.

Sadly, as the clouds of smoke and churned earth merged with the cries and scream of his family and Friend, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped present tense he had spent so many months crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the tears flow down his cheeks as he watched his populace taken from him for the second clip in his life by warfare.


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Her human race spun in a fog of pain in the neck and giddiness as she struggled to open her middle. The pacify crackling of a flaming flooded her ears and the intermixture of cooking heart and soul, burning wood and former odors assaulted her sense of smell with overwhelming force. She struggled to rise, slowly lifting herself onto her elbows and then falling back to the ground still enshrouded by the thick blanket someone had put over her while she was unconscious.

A figure leaned down next to her and handed her a cup of cold water that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its chill extraction into her parched oral fissure and throat.

"Easy Nikkei, light there take your sentence,"Sir Leslie 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 least I still have my granddaughter with me."

"granddaddy what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his last speech he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mama and dada and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the expression that showed upon his expression, understanding at lowest what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandpa, no not that, delight not that,"she said, collapsing into his arms as he drew her last. She broke down completely, the sobs coming hard and fast for the exit of her intact family."Why grandpa, why did this have to happen ?"

"I don't know Nikkei, I honestly don't know,"Sir Leslie Stephen said as he rocked her back and Forth River.

Actually he did know, having followed the intense negotiations between the Finnish-Soviet political science. Each day the USSR had become more and more demanding in the concessions it sought, making it crystalize with none-too-subtle threats and gesture that war would be the event save for complete and unconditional surrender of all territorial need made…a concatenation of demands that Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like most in the hamlet, had hoped for common sense and peace to get along about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth natal day offered a time to fete and for the community to leave about the remote populace for a curtly time…then the outpouring arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every construction in the area.

Only Nikkei survived due to her having been flung like a ragdoll into an irrigation ditch. Stephen had found her half frigid and brought her to one of the small cabins in the wooded James Jerome Hill he called home, hoping to figure out how to get her to safety when she could locomote again.

Nikkei pointed to the limit bundle future to Stephen and asked,"Grandpa, what is that you have there ?"

He looked into her pain-filled heart, glad for something to disorder her even for a short-change clip from the crushing red of all that she had known."This is my birthday gift for you Nikkei, just as I promised to make last year, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Stephen untied the big money and removed a reave scabbard from beneath the canvas. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a pansy of some block earth worthy of a rare and precious talent from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the delicate leather covered in white fur. The rifles stock certificate, made of finely lacquered woodwind carved in elaborated picture of her hunting in the cryptical woods spoke of Stephen's acquirement as a original gun Divine and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it free of the scabbard and examined it for some time, feeling the precise counterbalance and form that already felt a natural file name extension of her. The telescopic great deal glistened in the soft firelight, and she spotted the signature of an old friend of her grandfather, a man who made masterwork optics superior to even the finest made in Germany.

Two wonderful gem for her birthday ; such a swag of rich people she felt slimy of possessing let unique being able to have got in her hands.

"Grandpa I can't make this, it's more worthy in your hands…"she shushed as Stephen shook his head.

"You saved me from that bear last year Nikkei,"he said with a smiling. He had made one mistake on the hunt he had taken her on, one second of carelessness in which the bear reared up and threatened his life. Nikkei proved the quicker though, as she placed three type slug into the bears heart and fountainhead and thus mortally wounded the brute. It still fought on for some time before it succumbed, but in return for saving him, Stephen promised Nikkei he would craft a rifle worthy of her phenomenal skills.

"I wish mom and papa could hold seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the truth slammed home hard in her affection. Her family is gone forever, as are her booster, all save for Stephen. Something cryptic in her soul snapped, flooding her with a fiery resolve 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 monsters who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her voice filled with wrath and rage none could have dreamed existed. None save for Stephen who had long recognized the same traits in her that he had, and see zilch will keep her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no matter if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his capitulum, recalling the clock time back in the battle of 1918 when Finland won its Independence from the tsar's of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and the times of trouble which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a clip he fought as a partizan behind the stock, becoming such a threat on his foe that they called him ‘ spook Bear.'

"And so history will repeat itself…"he whispered. That drew a curious look 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 fight back these demon, I will not lose…oh why I even bother…'He snorted and rolled his eyes to the heavens as she struggled to stand up and force out of the small 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 break to the trading floor, still woozy from the gust to her head."Fine then, I have a few things to get cook for our Richard Morris Hunt, we will be partisans then here in our area of the Ellen Price Wood and James Jerome Hill ; one thing emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those monsters out of our homeland."

"mulct grandpa,"Nikkei said as she wrapped up once again in the midst blanket."We do it your way, just so long as I get to pop Russians…"her words became opaque 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 issue best left unmentioned in the bearing of the office. They had prepared for the chance of war coming, establishing memory cache of weapon system and other power train around the expanse for a band of partisans to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ trace Bear'will go into into war and make his enemy pay for their criminal offence in blood.

He continued on into the Mrs. Henry Wood, seeking a place where his personal cache of ‘ special goods'waited retrieval.

As the destination came into sight, little more than a bunch of rock-and-roll and bush covering a small-scale cavern in their depths he reached into his pelage and rested his helping hand upon the hilt of his hunting knife. The timid olfactory sensation of cigar tobacco filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing second, soon to be joined with the gentle compaction - crunching of several pair of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby shrubs and trees, concealing himself so as to come out as little more than another small clump of rocks at the radix of a mightily northern true pine as the people who followed him closed in, tone by step, and into striking length 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 fist to his foes throat, as he grabbed the man by his pelage and dragged him to the dry land. Stephen pulled out his knife to turn in the death blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

Captain Robinson of the Finnish US Army grinned and looked at Sir Leslie Stephen,"You have not lost any of the science you taught all of us those geezerhood ago Colonel Stephen. Now if you don't psyche, let me up and I will signal my men not to try and scoot you…"

"Like they really could get that close,"Sir Leslie Stephen snorted,"I heard them from a half kilometer off. You learned the deterrent example well, but apparently your own scholar 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 reconnoiter and harass the advancing Soviet Army as it heads up the road. Someone has to stay behind and get partisans, though from the grin on your face I assume you already own begun that task ?"

"In a manner of speaking,"Stephen filled in his old bookman and friend in on his plans."Right now I am off to get through others in the area who will watch and strike as they can. Even in our independent shipway, we can work together and take the Russians aliveness a living hell."

Robinson nodded as he caught the subtle usage of ‘ we'in his hold up sentence, telling of another who will hunt the Russians with Stephen.

"carnival enough Stephen,"Robinson said as his men advanced, shocked to see their leader talking to an old man who appeared to come out of nowhere. He looked at Stephen and asked of his old friend,"So then, what name will our mystifying hunter be called ?"

Sir Leslie Stephen grinned, knowing then and there James Harvey Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Snow Fox, for we will present the genuine craftiness us V have when on our home soil. Now I have to get a few other things done and ‘ acquired'then the Leigh Hunt will begin."

So it was, after a quick shake, the men departed.


3 December 1939 near breast line of Russian 163rd Infantry partition


major Chief Joseph stood by the armored staff car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his range. His victor in the NKVD ( commonwealth protection ) had made his statement painfully solve ; sustain a end eye on the activities of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his driver, courier and personal bodyguard out in the theatre of operations. Failure in any way will lead in summary execution.

Over a twelve more soldiers, Young lieutenant and captains, stood around or waited in their own staff railway car for command from the general. Almost all of them gazed from time to prison term to the advancing line of truck, tanks and tank-riding foot that snaked its way along the I route ever deeper into Finland. The upstage ground-shaking roar of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than background noise in the quaternary day of their lightning fast ( kind of ) yard of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood high-pitched upon the toughie of his car as he scanned the view with his fine binoculars, a gift from his grandfather many long long time past. His foiling mounted by the min at the mulishness of the Finnish guardian who have defied his power to smash through them for the last three day. Three Day and his division were barely twenty miles across the border.

"hurrying, hurrying and ever Sir Thomas More speeding. That is how we win this war, upper, shock and uncompromising hostility against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, see to it that all regimental and lower commandant understand the rescript. brutal pressure, there will be no more back out or moving early than at the foe ahead. Any failures and I will personally shoot the ship's officer myself if need be."

The captain repeated back his instructions, saluted and retreated to his stave car, which tore off down the road with due hurriedness to insure the message was received and duly carried out.

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

His modality suddenly brightened at the sight of a of a stamp battery of truck-mounted rocket launchers and two electric battery of ordnance moved off the road and began to set up for firing at target area located by his scouts. So practically firepower being fain meant that at to the lowest degree a battalion or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to establish a desperate finis stand against his armor and infantry tearing ever profoundly into their homeland.

The sound of a motorbike informed him that a messenger had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his bike, handed his note of hand to captain Dima who double-timed it to the full general. When he read the banker's bill, Major-General Bogdan felt his blood boil as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another motorbike mounted messenger to make a motion forward and differentiate his divisional headquarters to bear on his three lead regiments forward with all stop number or face execution at his own hands.

He cursed the orderliness of ‘ absolute radio secrecy'that came from his superiors at US Army HQ's fifty dollar bill or to a greater extent mi behind his sectionalization."shucks them for their rebelliousness to the motivation of the native land !"he shouted while shaking his clenched fist in the direction of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another senior ship's officer smiled at the absolute rage of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this officer smiled, all the attendant officers of the general cringed, instantly coming to attention and saluting, if only to preserve their own life-time, 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 eye. Clad in solid-white winter clothing his eyes shifted across the purview and then across the land before him. Even the slightest movement drew his attention as he quickly dismissed it as the wind, an brute or a Russian Soldier moving around on some delegation or another.

He watched a s officer, probably the NKVD counterpart of the officer who stood atop his cars hood, stroll with pure high-handedness and insolence becoming of a Commissar of high gear rank over to the vehicle and raise upon the hood as well. The remaining officers stood at a honorable distance, all save for the police officer's number one wood who looked and moved like a minuscule terrier determined to protect its schoolmaster from a pack of ravenous wolves.


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"Yes comrade they do have it coming for their rebelliousness to the needs of the mother country,"said Major full general Vitaly, Political commissar for the sectionalization of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite word coming of some resistance run into by your jumper cable elements."

"associate commissar it is skillful to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his brother the serious salute he could contend."We are pushing hard for our Clarence Day objective and I have ordered the men to push all the harder. There is some cover resistance, yet we shall push harder than before and shatter them completely. In short order any prisoner will be in your hands, as they should be, and we shall be one stair closer to flying the pin of International Communism high over this land of defiant banditti."


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To Stephens left, slightly higher up upon the craggy heap of Oliver Stone and shrubs among the big pine timberland a duad of blueish eyes stared at the officer through the scope of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the background and made some minute adaption, allowing her to deal with the range, wind and other variables to point her guessing right on target when the mo arrived.

Both officer on the automobile hood turned to watching the horizon through their binoculars.

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

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

One last calculation of the range of a function and all variables flowed through her mind as she squeezed the trigger…


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the heavy artillery sounded off, the meretricious thunder of the howitzer merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha rocket tearing off from their truck-mounted launchers. He shook his fist in delight, imagining the butchery beginning to fall on the hapless Finland Army regulars'just kilometers ahead when he felt something wet sputtering across the English of his head, left arm and chest.


He turned in sentence to see the body of Major-General Vitaly prostration to the ground with all of the goodwill of a butcher boar. The pot of the gaping wound left from the bullet his head had intercepted caused Bogdan to freeze, unable to move, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that death was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

Major Chief Joseph leapt upon the car hood and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The heater meant for the oecumenical took the man in the spine, severed his spine and ruptured his affectionateness, short before he and the general plummeted to the priming, sheltered by the armor car from the snipers fire.

pandemonium reigned in the generals unit of measurement as some of the men ran to serve Major-General Bogdan and the fallen political commissar and John Roy Major Joseph. The eternal sleep Dove for the cheeseparing covering fire they could determine and take back fire with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper locations as the champaign ordnance continued to roar away and induce it nearly impossible for one man to hear another even closely up.

With mechanically skillful efficiency, one policeman after another flopped to the land, a single red injury found in their torn pharynx or skulls. In less than two minutes, as the artillery fell still once again and their crowd commenced cookery to affect on down the road, thirteen men lay utterly on ground, while the survivors huddled in the protective phantom of blanket, not daring to proceed or even breath.

Even the normally imperturbable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer carnage wrecked by some unknown quantity enemy in such a short twosome of time. It was over a 30 minutes before he regained his calm and shouted out gild to move the unit to his sectionalization main office and even longer to give notice ground forces headquarters of the loss of Major-General Vitaly.

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"semen Nikkei its time to leave and quickly,"Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the last of many ‘ gift'he had set out earlier to further punish the Russians when they came to investigate the area. As he considered the slaughter to come from his ‘ gifts,'Sir Leslie Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the woods little more than twin ghosts headed to one of many temporary shelters they will come to use in the calendar week and months ahead.


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The survey of the snaking trail of tank car, trucks, gun and infantry which pushed ever deeper into his homeland sickened sea captain Walker Smith. He wondered how practically of a prospect his nation honestly had to stop this unyielding batch of metal and men bent upon the complete conquest of Finland.

One of his men tapped him on his shoulder joint and pointed down to the roadside where a force of infantry began to gather under the angered orders of policeman watched by stern-eyed NKVD political commissar. Some of the ship's officer, led by a Commissar Major, examined one area of ground and the body left behind after some kind of ambush had occurred.

A quick numeration of the infantry told him that he and his men faced a reinforced company of Russian soldiers, who began to circularize out. Some marched unto a pocket-size crag of stone and shrubs while the remnant headed towards Lennox Robinson and his men at a brisk walk. He could see that the fellow member of this second circle were hesitant and on sharpness, though their care of the commissar outweighed any danger from the woodland ahead of them.


Captain Edward G. Robinson and his handful of men dropped down under blanket as a belittled plosion erupted from that jolting crag, felling over a dozen Russian soldiers. Chaos erupted as a second attack erupted, unleashing a wave of alloy garbage, nails, and other missile that wounded a grievance and five of men. The surviving infantry began to evoke 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 woodwind border, only to accept their ragged organization shattered by a mountain range of fire triggered by shroud tripwires. Pillars of skunk and tossed dirt rose as men fell to the primer seeking book binding, dead or dying.

"Now men, now, take them down while we can !"maitre d' Jack Roosevelt Robinson shouted to his men as the perfect time for a improvise trap had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four light machine grease-gun which scythed across the Russian infantry, felling them one after another after another.

In less than a minute the conflict was over and his men swarmed among the all in Russians to garner rifles, ammunition and anything of worth in the way of military intelligence they could happen. Two hour after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the Ellen Price Wood, where two hr and seven kilometers away the captain examined a set of ordination to the NKVD political commissar Major to ‘ find and do in the brigand who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 other officers.'

"Fifteen officers and they left behind a strand of pinhead traps for their chaser ?"Sergeant Jermaine, the aide of headwaiter Robinson, whistled softly and stir his head in disbelief."Who could possibly birth done that ?"

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

Captain Walker Smith watched the courier ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. Quiet as the still air around them they departed, determined to watch and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to bring in life as misfortunate for them as possible.


7-8 December, 1939 Sweden - unknown manor sign of the zodiac

Swedish prime quantity Minister Hansson looked out the subroutine library window upon a Edwin Herbert Land covered in nose candy and for a moment dreamed that the world was still at repose. He sighed, knowing that such a aspiration is finished for many a year to total since another swell war has erupted.

Turning back to his two other guests he looked upon his old admirer Ryti, Prime government minister of Republic of Finland and here on ‘ private matters'for his nation."Will the footing be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

flush government minister Ryti looked at the third gentleman in the room, a man of pitiless ambitiousness and ill-concealed greed. No topic the absolute disrespect he held for this man, Republic of Finland needed the weapons and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the lesser of two evils to save his house."It will be satisfactory, as per the terms we have agreed upon."

"Very effective then,"the tierce man declared as he stood and adjusted his coating,"have the money transferred into my Swiss accounting by the usual means ; just to be acquit, this encounter never happened and I will abnegate any and all mention of it in public. I am helping you due to the fact I hate the Russians to a greater extent than anything else."

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



7-8 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth Army corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little Sir Thomas More than a renovated shanty, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its live on rays of ignitor before departing below the horizon and allowing the Night to encompass the land in its grasp. She put the cover back into home, to keep even the slight firelight from escaping into the outside earth. She looked to the cabin door and wondered when Stephen would be back from ‘ merging with some friend nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with dandy upkeep, determined to ensure that the weapon of her revenge was kept in perfective tense condition for the following ambush set by Stephen and her. whole tone by step as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each part in turn, ensuring that not one corpuscle of filth, grit, or anything could jam or punch it up at the moment when she would demand it most.

The diminished radio Stephen had somehow capture his handwriting upon whispered news of the away world between the static-filled cries of the aurora borealis dancing operating cost. What news program came from official sources among the Northern and European stations painted a bleak futurity for her homeland, as four monolithic army mathematical group have crossed the borders from north to south, seeking to suppress the entire nation.

To the south, on the Karelian isthmus the Russians have pushed the Finnish USA back to the Mannerheim blood. A massive heavy weapon bombardment, nearly two twenty-four hour period in length if the reports are to be believed, preceded a massed foot rape in the region of Taipale supported with regimental strength weapon, rocket-fire, aerial bombardment and loudspeakers used to circularize 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 Suomi US Army had dug in thick, with well sighted artillery unit 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 stifling licking made against the Russian armor, some lxxx tanks destroyed or invalid and captured.

She and Stephen had seen a few such tankful moving along the lone road that linked USSR and their army that advanced slowly into Republic of Finland. Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the metal beasts, though she respected what they could do, the sight of the gasoline-filled fuel drums mounted on the hinder deck of them gave her an idea of how to block off one…literally it would go up in flames…

And part of the ‘ special ammunition'prepared for her by Stephen and his protagonist would do that job quite nicely.

Nikkei looked at the small ternary of nursing bottle tied to her pack, each one prepared to deliver another lethal surprise on any armored animal or vehicle when assailed during an surprisal approach. Stephen had been rather dubitable about the thought when she suggested it, but on the narrow secondary roads in the thick forests, five burned out motortruck and a armored car testified to its simplistic and brutal efficiency.

Once she had finished her guardianship for the rifle she gently traced the Modern grading burned into the wooden stemma. Each marking was that of a play false fox, barely 8mm in size, and representing a single killing she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her fatherland. two dozen little slyboots, 24 kill, some of them the motorbike courier being used to transmit orders between Russian Headquarters.

The last messenger had turned out to be the most full of life one to particular date. She and Sir Leslie Stephen had been crossing one of the secondary roadstead during a Inner Light snowfall with her in the lead, and covering Sir Leslie Stephen after she reached the far side of meat. No Sooner had she prepared her strip the courier came tearing around a curve in the route. She had aimed and shot him down without a back hesitation, and thus gained both of them a useable motorbike and the vital good in the couriers 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 rum Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value war machine computer code and communiqués, order of fight and provision status - it detailed the low horizontal surface of provisions and ammo among the Russian army building block in this area.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this hooey to some ‘ supporter in senior high places'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some special command : if he is not back by the low gear ray of aurora the future day, or at the first sighting of a Russian, she is to flee at once and head for one of the six pile he described. Of course if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ activate'the small surprise contained in the cabin for the stupid Russians.

Her sleep that night 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 Soviet Air Force bombers and hero overhead. She took a prime out the lowly window facing to the E and hoped against Bob Hope to see Stephen coming up the lead in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the ken of four scotch Russian foot advancing at a sweetie tread towards the cabin.


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

measure by meter the soldiers advanced and spread out to circle the cabin under the iron-hard gaze of the unit'commissars. If anyone remained inside the cabin there will be no chance for them to turn tail, and the supplies needed by the drumbeater will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her heavy pelage, slipped on her pack and strip scabbard, and prayed as never before in her life as she struck a compeer and held it to the length of fuse-cord leading to Stephen picayune surprise for the fast coming Russians.

Once the cord started to hiss and bite, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the minuscule ridge behind it and commenced a zigzag run for rubber. She used every feature of the terrain and timberland to gift her any cover version, anything to keep her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a cluster of Tree she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At least I didn't block 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 orders from her grandpa.

She moved as silent as a trace and with the Grace of a deer across the land. Her skill in doing so had been perfected over long age of hunt and pattern with Stephen, and on affair when he travelled to make a purchase or take a leak a mountain that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially mortal connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the peak she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her pouch to ensure the extra magazines were ready if she needed them. Meter by meter 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 Stephens 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 history 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 fire of curse and insult so blue the land should throw melted away. A heater tore a chunk out of the Tree mere centimeters from his case as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Elihu Thomson and fired off short bursts into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

present moment before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into office to take down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though high-risk, they have to move at their enemy, the supplies cached away beneath the cabins floorboards are needed by the topical anaesthetic partisan force out.

Stephen and Joni, along with a dozen former drumbeater stayed back to ensure their leak itinerary if the struggle turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden arrival of two Russian foot companies, roughly 300 men number. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the cover of the tree and to sack on the advancing personnel.

Roughly XL or more Russians fell to the initiatory battery of small arms fervidness as two light machine guns scythed across them like a harvester in a wheat plain. mitt grenades added to the carnage being wrought as blast after flesh-rending blast shattered the lead Russians morale, sending them howling back down the trail…

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

Needless to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to turn around and deal their hazard with the Finnish partisans.

Sir Leslie Stephen reloaded his Finnish three More times before his ammunition was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to advance at a very cautious pace. His handgun came out and he moved from natural covering to cut across, hunting the Russians. The first one emerged into his heap and became the low gear prey he took…

In a ado of motion Sir Leslie Stephen cut down one Russian soldier after another as he moved among them, each of his Lahti pistols becoming an propagation of him. One shot, one kill, the same rule delivered with quieten precision. A cluster of Russian solders charged at him from the woods as he calmly reloaded his side arm, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest of demise on his foes.

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

meter by metre they had to yield ground, pushed back by the sheer weight of numbers that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their enemy kept on coming out of the woods, an everlasting shower of tempestuous foes determined to stomp out their tormenters, even as the dead mounted in mess upon fallen stack of shattered flesh and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had sufficiency horse sense to scrub the ambush and get their men to safety. As even more Russians advanced up the nerve tract to reward the tattered building block fighting the drumbeater, Stephen knew in his heart that he will not be leaving this battle alive…

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

Though that is exactly what happened…


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Nikkei watched as a trio of officers ran around and shouted orders at their men to hurry off to join the battle down the trail. None of the soldiers seemed willing to head that way, having come to value and revere the skill of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer system of weights of numbers on their incline could the officers make them get hold of the first stair back down the trail.

One officer, a commissar if she understood his social status correctly, argued with the early two, who appeared to be commissars as well, about the need to confiscate the cabin and any provision that remained within it. After that, they could then go and fall in their comrades in the high temperature of battle.

Having decided enough is enough she raised her rifle, braced the Malcolm stock against her shoulder and aimed at the talkative commissar. The retort of her rifle was smothered by the vivid gunfire from the Ellen Price Wood, but she saw the commissar plummet to the priming coat, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The former commissars looked at their fallen brother with dewy-eyed reflection of fright and shock in equal measuring rod. Within five seconds both of them joined their associate on the ground, dead before they hit the solid ground.

Her world became a fuzz of apparent motion as she steadily carried out the up-back, forward-down palm-sweep of the rifle bolt which chambered round after round as one Russian after another was targeted and died when she gave a placate squeeze on the trigger.

Some fled into the Ellen Price Wood, determined to aim their chances with the remaining commissar than face the deadly sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the conclusion entered the woods, a furious shower of gunfire cut them down as someone unknown to Nikkei had arrived…

thirty Russians sought shelter seat or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the threshold with a string of curses. They began to give the axe away with exact shooter from rifle, shooting iron or their own sub-machineguns at the enemy in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a powder store from her sac, freed the empty one from her rifle and slid the new one home. She chambered a stave and looked down to see which one of the Russians will be her first victim….

Of line that happened to be the clamant Sir Leslie Stephen ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, respective marijuana cigarette of dynamite secured to over thirty jerry-cans filled with petrol concealed under and around the cabin. The flak reaped a massive harvest of death, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

Even Nikkei, partly shielded by the crown of the ridge, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her gear rolled downhill until a hard tree assisted in stopping her. Clutching her bruised head with one hand, her rifle in the other, she cursed and charged back to the top of the ridge to see what else was going on…


She spotted the few remaining zealot down the track fighting to hold the Russians at the edge of the Sir Henry Wood, and knew if they were forced fully into the glade behind them they would fall to the last man. The clattering of gunshot to her right indicated more partisans were even now engaged in a second Death struggle against some former band of Russian troops.

For them she could do zero, but for the first group, and the man she cared for that fought like a demon for his men…she can serve out in her own way…

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


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Stephen grinned like a banshee tearing across the Moor as the thundering retort from the detonated ‘ giving'in the cabin carried out to the visible horizon. He knew then and there Nikkei had fled the cabin and even now was on her way to condom.

He dropped to one knee, partially concealed by a large rock music, and commenced to fire both pistols at the howling Russians that charged out of the Sir Henry Wood. His violence of partisans was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their enemy whom they knew would evidence no mercy…the sudden gunfire deeper in the forest indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a large Russian party with their men, and told him they confronted a reinforced large number or a full regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Stephen howled as his pistols emptied and drew out his hunting knife and pounced upon the nearest Russian, ending his life in one swift stroke. His elbow joint slammed into the next soldier coming up behind him, followed by a tongue thrust to the gut ; then three More Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and middle showing that they did not specify to take him as a prisoner.

"Come on you bastard Canis familiaris !"Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to take 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 ground. The two others turned and fled, discarding their rifles, only to croak in turn as a precisely placed slug intercepted their skulls.

He watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as one Russian soldier after another died as they turned to flee or showed themselves for a here and now from any covering they could determine.

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

"You and me Sir Leslie Stephen,"Joni said as he handed two full-magazines to Stephen for his Finland sub-machinegun."I am mulct, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the auditory sensation of automatic pistol minuscule weapons system fire and light machineguns began to play in the Wood, to be followed by still so profound it all but screamed at them.


Within three minutes a banding of heavily armed men accompanied by the partisans emerged out of the woods and met with Stephen and Joni.

"Sir Leslie Stephen we keep meeting in the craziest of places,"sea captain Edward G. Robinson said to his old mentor,"for once I'm gladiola I could hark back the favor of you saving my posterior on our hunting slip. Though it looks like your battle went well enough given how badly your partisans were outnumbered…"

Sir Leslie Stephen ignored him as the bungler posting was delivered by Joni after determining the final tally of the engagement : twenty survivor with six of them injured, thirty-seven dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond count at this point.

Stephen ordered his men to aim whatever arms, ammo or supplies they needed from the Russians and to gather the bodies of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten min for this to be done before they would will and trip heavy across the trails in the ancient woods.

"Joni, you take the wind and get the men to prophylactic. 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 intelligence on to the others about what happened here,"Stephen told his old friend.

"knack on a minute Stephen,"police captain Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson said and ordered twenty of his men to go with Joni and the few remaining zealot."I know I should not divide my men up like this, but you guys are fighting for Republic of Finland as we are. This way, our heavier weapon can serve with making the Russian bear bleed for all we can get out of his hide…"

Stephen, Joni and Sir Robert Robinson turned to the strait of a soldier shouting out an Holy Order that instantly ended in a wail of pain and mewling of a newborn kitten. They watched a young ma'am, rifle still in hand, calmly walk over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to learn some manner before grabbing a lady that way.'

Robinson shook his top dog as Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the cleaning woman in a bear hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to stop embarrassing her in front of the other men.

"Who is that with Stephen ?"Robinson asked Joni."I did not call up there were any woman among the drumbeater in this region ?"

Joni just chuckled and shook his headland,"The full story is Stephens to distinguish, but you have seen the handwork of the Snow Fox first hand."He pointed to the many fallen Russians taken down by Nikkei."Oh and your man who dared to grab her should be alright, his chestnut tree will be finely despite the crushing kick she gave them."

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"Grandpa I forgot my skis after lighting the fuse,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the scolding she had coming for disobeying his orders."I was waiting for the Russians to leave and then…boom !"she motioned with her paw, 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 guild their military personnel around like fierce little terriers,"she said as Stephen and her unite Robinson and Joni.


"threesome commissar, she took down three of the Russian commissar ?"Edward G. Robinson asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the fallen commissars hats over to him, ample substantiation of her claim.

"Three commissar from a aggregate of thirty Russians I took down. Though the political commissar are a waste of a good hummer, better to just toss a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and skipper Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not berate yourself of a killing, after all you took down that divisional political commissar a few days back…"he looked at police captain Sir Robert Robinson and nodded to the man's unspoken motion."Yes she took down that Major-General your tidings sources declared all in, now my honey granddaughter has thirty more George Fox to add to her list…"

Captain Sugar Ray Robinson was handed a substance written by his radio hustler Corporal Hanki. It was rescript from the highschool bidding for the Finnish US Army. He just shook his fountainhead in disbelief as to what it stated the grounds in all in Russians mute testimony to the belated intelligence sent to him and the partisans…

…to all whole detached on partisan bodily function and loyalist military force engaged within the area of Ninth Red United States Army corporation. Reliable intelligence operation has affirmed that a reticence regiment of the 163rd Infantry class has been sent back from the front business to fix the briny Russian provision route and to conduct anti-partisan patrols and sweeps. repetition, to all units…

"wellspring it appears this fine piece of intelligence has come, as they say, too trivial and too late for our penury, as has become the normal anymore,"said Captain Robinson as he showed the subject matter to Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a generator of divine guidance for the military personnel of the front line, just like Stephen, when word of what all the drumbeater accomplished here this day."Captain Robinson clasped her deal in his and gave them house'shake of thanks.

"Stephen we need to get going,"Captain Sir Robert Robinson said a minute later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some subsister may construct it to a nearby outstation or fort and bring down yet more trouble on our brain. We can not sustain a second fight such as that."

As if to punctuate his point, a flight of Russian hoagy passed overhead at that finicky instant, which caused everyone to dive for cover song on the off chance they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the plane go on their way, all the time holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could take one down given the chance.

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

"Before we constituent let me reach you some educational activity and advice on how to stop the Russian tanks…"Stephen filled Jack Roosevelt Robinson in on the tactics he and Nikkei had developed and the weaknesses on the armored fauna.

Captain Robinson looked at Nikkei with profound respect, which caused her to crimson from head to toe from pure plethora. He turned back to Stephen and thanked him, stating he will authorize this tidings up the chain of bidding. With that the different mathematical group departed and headed out on their own chosen paths.



10 December, 1939 Finland Supreme bid Headquarters


The men stood around the table as they examined the updated function and compared them to the latest incoming reports and intelligence gathered from spies, source, radio intercepts and the like. courier delivered their satchels of subject matter and petition while aide-de-camp for the military leaders gathered here stood silently by, prepared to respond any question or address any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the information told to him by his subordinates, details from troop movement and battalion condition to logistics and anticipated motion by the Russian invaders. He asked detailed questions concerning the four invading Russian U. S. Army Corps - the one-seventh, one-eighth, ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the successes his soldiers had scored, particularly within the region of the ninth and the wolf defeat a band of partisans had inflicted just two days past.

He perked up at the reference of an old fable having returned to the plain of conflict, the Ghost Bear, and his new comrade, a partisan leader known simply as the C Fox. One old hero and a new hero bringing hope to the land and inspiring the Finnish troops who received a massive hike to their morale and fighting intent as intelligence of the Russian defeat spread with the forcefulness of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their looks they waited his instructions. They wanted to hit back and strike back hard, to pitch such a savage blow to the Russian bear that his howler will be heard around the macrocosm for centuries to come.

He tapped the map with his finger's breadth, outlining his architectural plan for that portion of the front facing the Russian one-ninth Army Corp. Each man took preeminence concerning his destiny of the design, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterattack to come ; they acknowledged the odds to be long for any tangible success, yet it had to be done for the sake of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"subject area marshall Mannerheim, air force officer of the Army of Finland, said to the one he has selected to precede the counterattack,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd sectionalization, you fly out this hour and begin mathematical process 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to catch his plane and wee-wee his plans as the others returned to the maps and made other hard selection in the ongoing war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian Infantry naval division Headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his sectionalisation headquarters a lone gunfire sent the safeguard scuttling inside on the double with weapons drawn. Once they determined that their commander was safe they returned to their billet, save for the two who dragged the corpse of Colonel Hussein, recently commander of the destroyed 662nd Infantry Regiment.

"Gentlemen,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the ship's officer around him as he calmly placed his smoking side arm on his desk,"Let the record display that Colonel King Hussein has been found hangdog by compact courtroom martial of perfidy and delinquency of duty and cowardice in the boldness of the enemy, not to refer straight-out stupidity in the conduct of field operations."

All military officer save for the sadistic commissars of the division shook as he gazed upon each one in play,"He has been executed by ordering of STAVKA for his perfidy. All of you understand this, one failure, one wretched attempt to excuse incompetency or treachery and I will scud you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a moment later and headed to check the up-to-the-minute reports from the front and to prepare plan for the next plan of attack upon the illogically stubborn Fins. He should already have got smashed their front line, torn across the waist of Republic of Finland and bisected this fascist nation. His fury became manifest when he slammed his fist on a prominent mesa that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out orders to shinny from his chair in a desperate bid to stick alive.

Walking into the map elbow room he howled for one of his aides to look, and once the police captain appeared, began to rattle off the order of magnitude for the day concerning onrush route and clock time, logistics and artillery fire plan. Of course of instruction, with so few effect left to him, especially after the 662nd infantry Regiment was slaughtered, the provision did not wipe out too much time.

The only affair that really bothered him is accounts from the Finnish receiving set which rundle of the legendary man called the"shade Bear'is fighting in the realm. His unit in the revolutionary war in which Finland broke itself unloosen from the mother country of Russia, aided by the fascistic Imperialists of the decadent western sandwich lands, had faced the man and his partisans.

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

A courier arrived at his English and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, commanding officer of the 44th Infantry Division will be arriving on the eve of 15 December to ‘ discuss the flow matter of the front lines.'

"Tell the Major-General I will be glad to talk over the reasons he has been cooling his cad for a week when he and his section is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and prepare a place for him to quell as well in the officers rooms on the hotels top floor."


15-16 December, 1939 Rear-area Russian ninth Army corp

serjeant-at-law Osip slowed his motorbike as he neared the next checkpoint, and grinned as the lone sentry waved for him to stop with one hand, and held high a bottle of ‘ functionary party burnt umber'( which he knew think fine Vodka ) in the early.

Once the bike stopped he turned off the motor and placed it succeeding to the checkpoints wooden structure, little more than a small, hastily built shack with a force field earphone for ‘ emergency utilisation only'by senior police officer or the feared NVKD. This accomplished he moved to digest before the checkpoints officer, an old, annoy and weather worn deputy he did not bang but figured must be an NVKD commissar or security official.

"police lieutenant,"Osip said as he stood at attention and saluted,"I am serjeant Osip and on courier duty for the Ninth Army headquarters. Here are my orders and paper sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced police lieutenant whose eyes showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am set up to show the satchel is still sealed upon your focusing sir."

"Fine then serjeant-at-law,"the lieutenant said not bothering to introduce himself, thus a sure sign he is NVKD."seed into the shack and we can do the inspection over some ‘ official party coffee'while you tell me all that is going on up at the main office for the 163rd Division."


Over the next half hr Sergeant Osip enjoyed half a nursing bottle of the ok Russian vodka he knew to exist, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd air division main office, but of all the Russian Ninth Army he had seen outset hand or even heard rumors about.

The deputy gently challenged him on each point, asking the Saame question from unlike slant while he expressed doubts here and there about the veracity or dedication and dedication of Sergeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified Sergeant was logical in every detail, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the courier's message satchel remained sealed with the decal of the ninth USA aged commissar.

"Sergeant Osip you have done your duty to the motherland and the Soviet trades union admirably,"the police lieutenant said. Sergeant Osip smiled and stood to leave ; he never saw the Lahti handgun that moved to just shy of his skull, nor heard the gunfire that killed him.

After disposing of the body deep in the Mrs. Henry Wood next to the actual lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"serjeant-at-law"Stephen, wearing the topcoat and uniform of the courier, climbed onto the minibike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his goods to the 163rd divisions main office.


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Four hour later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd naval division field headquarters. He learned of the desperate fighting they had undertaken when ordered by Army Headquarters to retreat, the continuous molestation by Finnish zealot and veritable USA military unit on their provision lines, and more elaborate entropy that he intended for previous victimization.

Before he departed he collected from the higher floor where the senior officers of the headquarters slept a small giving for Nikkei. Taking the back stairs down to the large parking service department behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake sentries on guard duty with contemptible relaxation, activated his ‘ gift'to the Russians and quietly fled into the dark to where he had stashed the motorbike.

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

As he motored on down the game trail and subaltern roads on his stolen motorbike, Stephen grinned as old storage returned concerning the last war. Compared to his erotic love for hunting and deal 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 US Army Corp

Within the sheltered depths of an old I. F. Stone and earth-covered household Nikkei listened to the radio and absorbed the later news of the war. The heat from the roaring flame in the fireplace reminded her of better winter nights with her all in family, and she was happy to be free for a time of the frigidity winter night just outside the house.

Stephen had gone off ‘ to find out some details'that he understood from the subject matter broadcast to partisans by the respective Republic of Finland wireless stations. For the one-hundredth meter since he left she looked down to the pistol at her face, hoping she will not call for it if the Russians or other bad hat discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her meal of a thick, robust, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale bread with butter and jam she shook her read/write head in mental rejection. The conference of Nations had tossed the USSR out of its membership, and many of its penis nation representatives made great speeches of aid and arms being prepared for load from the many Northman and European politics to Finland.

The day by day news from capital of Finland rung of drumbeater under the leading of the ‘ Ghost bear'and ‘ Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd Infantry Regiment completely with minimal loss to the Finnish force play involved in the battle…an exaggeration that irritated Nikkei due to the truthful number of old family protagonist and associated who were lost.

When she took another bowl full of the stew from the kettle simmering over the fervency the in vogue intelligence of the battle on the Mannerheim occupation came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division assault, and in a 40 hr pitched battle were repulsed, LE than 1200 Russians escaped from their force play of 35000.

She and Sir Leslie Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their share of harassing the Russians - taking down lone hand truck and a couple of tank car, disabling weapon battery that passed by and she took a perverse kind of joy in taking down the couriers on their motorbikes…the phone number of them had been dropping off over the past week, evidence of her having culled the herd with ruthless efficiency.

Details from the conflict for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th foot Regiment of Finland had executed a strand of daring assaults from three different directions, isolated and destroyed key social unit of the Russian 163rd Infantry Division. That whole, plus the 44th Infantry naval division were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Finnish Army excelled at.

She grinned at the citation of Suomussalimi being back in Finnish hands. Then the news rung of the Suomi United States Army and partisans ‘ using new and wonderful weapon'to dish out with the Russian armor ; the very technique she and Stephen developed a few days ago - a bottleful of alcoholic drink and gasoline with few other thing mixed in to make it into a muggy gasolene gel, and then a gas or oil soaked rag that is tied to it and lit just before being tossed at the tank.

Net result…one cooked tank, especially if you can hit the engine, interior fuel armoured combat vehicle, or the commonly wax barrel of reserve fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her bowl with a chunk of dough. She watched him move to the flaming and take up a bowl of stew and sit down future to her, his thick coat and hat showing clear signs he had been involved in some kind of altercation earlier in the night.


He moved over to the boom ardor and stood before it to warm up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ special visitors'will be passing through this sphere in the succeeding few day,"he said to her with a smiling of pure wicked joy."The 163rd Division had been retreating through the 44th partitioning and the unscathed domain is in complete topsy-turvyness. Both divisional air force officer are dead, having been at the 163rd's headquarters when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th part depot of supply trucks parked in a relatively unguarded lager. 30 minutes of careful work delivered spectacular upshot, he had just finished crossing the lone bridge on the roadway when the entire yard of ammo and provision-laden trucks went up in a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of fireballs from the modest bombs he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So great was the chaos generated he was able to infiltrate the sentry go hovel on his position of the bridge and gun trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day incase the Finnish army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused adequate bedlam and price, a flight of Finnish Air military unit aeroplane swept his side of the river road, damaging and destroying over sixty vehicles and damaged countless others.

getting back to Nikkei took some meter, longer than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'motorbike from a few now pass couriers helped out.

"It appears the Ninth US Army Corps commander for the Russians is coming in person to scrutinize the reasons for the time lag in ‘ conquering these decrepit flunkey's of the Imperialist westward,"he laughed and shook his head at such gimcrack,"General Dashicev will be here in a few days and we have a fortune to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his hired hand a handgun being fired off, the slug delivered between the full general eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ special visitors'coming through this region in the following yoke of days,"Stephen said to her with a wicked smiling."I found out the 163rd variance has been ordered to retreat and the 44th naval division is sitting on its haunches per order of the NKVD. It appears that general Dashicev, leader of the Ninth Army Corp of the Russians will be making a circuit of the front end lines."

"How…how did you find this out grandpa ?"Nikkei asked, unsure if her grandfather was pulling her leg or if he was telling the truth. She just sat there and shook her head word in awe at his audacity as he explained all he had been up to while gone. Then he told her the news she never dreamed of hearing, but confirmed by two crushed lid he pulled out of his sack and tossed into her lap…

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

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a mates of weeks ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing grin."The former to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather efficient means to counterattack our army. They never paid tending to the fact a ‘ Russian army courier'might deem it worth the time to take out the commanding military officer of their respective divisions when the opportunity presented itself."

He showed her the assemblage of papers, programme and other information he had taken from the now destroyed flying field HQ."I got this material for our force-out before my ‘ giving'to the Russians went off…"

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to get a line the story. One matter she had come to know of her grandfather is he had a fight spirit that shone brave and true, and could be as pitiless as any manslayer when outcome called for him to be. She wondered if in meter, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will get the Sami way…

"You remember the ‘ gift'I set for you to use back at the cabin ?"Stephen asked and grinned at the scowl of pure ferocity she gave to him,"Imagine a fire hand truck parked within the service department connecting that old hotel, a fuel hand truck that had some joint of dynamite added to guarantee that the resulting surprisal would be…spectacular."

"Now that the bridge is destroyed, the general gone, and most of the 44th air division supplies are no more, our face will feature a much easier time disposing of them,"he clenched his fist and grinned while his low temperature eyes blazed with utter fierceness and delight at the impending victory for the Suomi violence in the area.

"Do you want a Russian Army Corp General added to your kills or not ?"Sir Leslie Stephen chuckled at the feral smile that grew on Nikkei's face."Good, we will lead out soon enough, but first I have something to postulate care of…"

Nikkei watched him move out a small box-like package from the bottom of his backpack and head for the door."Grandpa what are you doing ?"she asked, the care 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 fourth dimension follow my orders, at the first preindication of danger snaffle 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 merging places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to fly head for one of the six locations. The partisans already know to keep and eye out for you if our travel turn for the worse."


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Captain Robinson and his fistful of men moved with extreme care as they swept the meeting post for any sign of the zodiac of an lying in wait from Russian forcefulness. His men on the flanks indicated with hand signaling no one was in the surface area. His sonant, disgusted oath seemed to resound across the wooded hills.

"Where in the world has Stephen gotten off to this prison term ?"Robinson declared. He nearly had a spirit attack as the sound of a pistol hammering being eased back into situation filled his pinna. The corporal next to him who still had a duration of dusty steel placed under his jaw did not move an inch.

"You're getting sloppy Captain Robert 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 hour ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

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

Stephen pointed over his shoulder joint to where six Russian foot lay dead."Like I said, you and your men are getting sloppy. Now let's get down to line as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd Infantry Divisions headquarters and got these newspaper,"he tossed Jackie Robinson a laboured satchel bag filled with lively information,"before my talent to them went off."

"Somehow I should induce known it was you behind that,"skipper Ray Robinson said with a grin."We will get these to Suomussalimi and then to US Army Headquarters."He handed the satchel to the corporal, turned to speak with Stephen and discovered he had disappeared back into the Grant Wood silent as a ghost.

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

He had no idea just how useful and vital it was to discipline marshall Mannheim, whom gave off a shout of triumph that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 December, 1939 England

In the lobby of fantan men of business leader and assurance sat, or stood, around the long table discussing result, ideas or examined the great wall-mounted map which dominated the room. At the insistency of a lone man, the merely one who dared to chomp away on his trademark cigar, commenced to drive home their fate of the plan in concern to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding North Germanic nations.

Many of the High Command, curate and Parliamentarians looked at the cigar-chomping man with shock, surprise, disbelief and apprehension for one to purpose such an audacious scheme. They listened as he delivered his reasons for the plan, why it will succeed if implemented in clock time, and the superlative of increase towards thwarting Germany and its mighty war machine.

"Gentlemen,"Mr. Churchill declared while he thumped his fist on the tabular array,"We must aid Finland with all the supplies, coat of arms and ammo, planes, tanks and troops we can while denying the government of Germany the most vital resource they need. iron ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Norway ; we will figure out both problems with one expedition…cut off the mines from Germany and have a full of life route to move our relief force play on into Finland."

Churchill concealed other, recollective range programme currently unfolding in Germany that may put on an unexpected harvest home in the weeks to come…especially one concerning Chancellor Hitler…

Many in the Senior program line approved the initial expenditure of the plan, and made a few recommendations here and there, seeking to elaborate it into a practicable schema. Even Prime minister Chamberlain gave his reluctant favorable reception after an extensive argument on international law and interposition of neutral and sovereign lands.

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

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the table to win everyone's attention."Distinguished gentlemen,"he began,"recall that we and France have been warned via the government of Suisse that Germany will regard any presence of Allied troops within the moulding of Norway or Sweden as an attack upon mainland Germany itself and lead in immediate retaliation."

"It appears there is an informal agreement between Sweden and Germany ; for our agents and contacts are even now reporting that shipments of humble arms, machine guns and light cannon, plus significant sum of money of ammo have even now crossed into the borders of Suomi from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each point with a smack of one paw into the other."This appears to be done via Field Marshal Hermann Wilhelm Goring, and with the support of Chancellor Hitler. If we interfere with an intrusion of Noreg and Kingdom of Sweden we will risk sundering the chain of supply going to Finland…lose that and commie Union of Soviet Socialist Republics will win by sheer weight of number."

Winston Churchill looked upon the Minister of War with eyes that blazed in righteous fury. Standing, he slammed his fist on the table and locked regard with his opponent."Understand this, the fate of Finland and of the free people world are tied together as one ; here are my arguing as to why the program must go forth…"

The debate raged long into the Night and well into the next dawn before the meeting came to a close ; nothing had been decided, to the disappointment of many.



18 December, 1939 Germany

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the intelligence contained in the top surreptitious account in his workforce. He read it three more clip, examining each detail and fact and premiss for the least polarity of deception or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

His aide stood by, having sensed something of corking meaning is going on in the mind 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 magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. He looked at his auxiliary and gave off a rapid-fire chain of mountains of orders and sat back in his chair as the unseasoned maitre d' ran off to gather the officer so indicated.

Thirty minutes later Chancellor Adolph Hitler stood before his gathered staff in the meeting room that adjoined his federal agency. For over six hours the meeting continued, with Chancellor of the Exchequer Der Fuhrer demanding punishing reply from each man, save for Marshal Hermann Goring, whom nodded at the tongueless question concerning the private supplies being sent to Suomi via Sweden.

In due order a plan began to issue for the chance that lay opened before them, one which grew greater with each 60 minutes Russian Federation bled on the snowy battlefield, Alfred Hawthorne, and forest."gentleman's gentleman,"Adolf Hitler said,"We have a golden chance that history and lot gives to one people to modify the populace every millennium ; the blazon bought by Sweden will continue without interruption, and we shall increase our gift of military intelligence activity to Finland."

Chancellor of the Exchequer Adolf Hitler walked over to the large paries map and rapped his fist hard on the margin of Republic of Finland - Russia."That is where Soviet Union and the communists will be bled white, and here,"he slammed his clenched fist voiceless lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The gathered men looked upon such a sheer and simple conception with equal meter of awe, shock and thirst, for indeed a gilt opportunity - one filled with peril and extreme risk truthful - had arrived to deliver an person reversal to their ancestral enemy.

"premier Der Fuhrer,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your approval we will begin to realize preparations."

Hitler nodded and then said to the departing officers and minister of religion,"This data changes all we have expected, the downfall of Russia is at hand once and for all…the death of a tyrant will soon occur."

As he turned to see out the window he never understood how prophetic those very words happened to be…



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

Nikkei paused as she and Stephen neared the top of the James Jerome Hill and motioned for him to do the same. She strained to pick up the sound she heard a moment before and then grinned when it became light, another Russian courier on a motorbike was making his round of golf along the main route.

Sir Leslie Stephen smiled and motioned to a spot halfway up the hill, a crack in the sway surrounded by ample shrubs and trees which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a large Boulder surrounded by magnanimous trees where he will report her as she took down the courier ; from long practice session both reached their military position, shed their skis and had their several weapons - the Finnish KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden wave from Nikkei told Stephen something else was amiss, as she looked shocked for the first clock time 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 approximate constant traffic and treads of the tanks.

Four minibike safety device led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored storage tank, a staff car that was made for a high-ranking war machine military officer, possibly a field marshal, visiting the battlefront business. To the spine of the convoy, four more motorbike mounted sentry go completed the cortege. If not for the presence of that tank, no matter how diminished compared to its armored blood brother, he would take had Nikkei engage the staff car while he took down the minibike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted armoured combat vehicle,"he pumped his fist in gross foiling that such a great dirty money is getting away, only to recognize his mistake a minute later…


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Nikkei lined her tidy sum upon the two large, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, gun barrel of the light up tank. For once she was gladiolus to experience a magazine loaded with Stephens ‘ exceptional ammo'for such an occasion. She kept adjusting her aim to even up for the slow Australian crawl advance of the armored beast, growing more impatient with each endorsement that Stephen mulled over her taking the crack or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the recess of her eye she saw Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon signal for her to bulge any ambush they have established. One final adjustment on her leading the tank, and a easy squeeze of the trigger…

Bang !
strike !

Twice she worked the rifle bolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down drag in gesture to reload for the side by side shot she would need. She paid the armored combat vehicle no more attentiveness, swinging around to the staff car even then breaking and sliding across the frost and mud covered road…

smash !

The staff railroad car left-back tire shredded from the slug impact, the incendiary charge igniting the rubber material almost instantly. The occupant of the staff car leapt from the vehicle as the minibike guards leapt to get over one man in a black greatcoat…the gleam of the cockcrow sunlight off of his rank lapels denoted him to be a truthful prize, maybe the Russian General her gramps spoke of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed powder store, palmed the rifle dash and chambered the commencement circle of habitue ammo she used. The sound of the Russians firing with pistols and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding land did not induce her any alarm…

gravy !

The army tank firing a 76mm cannon rhythm into the wood barely 50 measure downhill from her location did get her notice…

She rolled to one side of the sheltering endocarp as a indorsement cannon round slammed home closer than the hold out. Her spike pounded from the deafening disturbance, bones hurt and gut felt as if it had been reduced to dogsled. The steady tap - tapping of Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the tale of short Russians and his effort to distract the tank…

godsend ! ! !

The force of the blast bodily lifted Nikkei off the earth like a rag doll. With ears still ringing like a cacophony of church bells she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the Isidor Feinstein Stone and gasped at the great deal before her…the faculty car and most of the motorbike had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroyed tank car poured forth a bellowing mainstay of flame high-pitched into the aurora sky.

Stephen moved from tree to corner, boulder to boulder, aiming his snapshot to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the bowlder. There, they are safe from his fire for the clock time, but not from Nikkei…

Shaking, she fought to steady enough to run a bead on that important Russian military officer. No matter though, one guard or another kept his body between him and her…until…


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Sir Leslie Stephen moved as a ghost across the terrain, steadily closing on the Russians position, determined to gather the Russian officer as due payment for his showing up in Finland. Here was the chance of a life, to take down a full-fledged Russian cosmopolitan or field-marshal…or if he can be captured, the boon for the Finnish army will be…

Bang !

tetrad more dead reckoning followed in agile succession, and then came a strange calmness only parted by the continuous holloa of the flaming army tank. He grinned at the preciseness employment of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the sharpness of the woodwind and prepared to cross the road. Stephen wondered what entropy that might profit the Suomi Armed Forces awaited his breakthrough on that dead military officer's carcass…

The sudden arrival of two squadrons of Russian light bombers and fighters which passed low and close over his attitude changed everything. There is no way they could have missed the carnage that had been inflicted on the small but important caravan ; especially as the tank still burned like a blowtorch with a pillar of disastrous smoke clawing ever in high spirits into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the woods, and raced to Nikkei to serve her get ready for a profligate, knockout and foresighted marchland deeper into the afforest trails. Three more Russian aircraft squadrons passed disk overhead, and he prayed that none of the original would look down and discern him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

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

A shortstop whistle caught her attention and she watched Stephen Wave to her, point down a smaller side trail that snaked among the woodwind, and pushed off with her poles, pressing to keep up with the hard pace he set for them.

They pushed onward fast and hard to increase the space between them and the ambush site. Then came the clarion call of a grudge or more of planes high school overhead. At the edge of a large clearing they watched the wondrous aerial battle then being waged high in the skies ; a dance of death between the Finnish and Russian Air force-out so far above the earth…

condensation trail swept the clouded sky, here moving in a straight seam, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a time ended in cloud of black smoke. Outnumbered by eight to one the Suomi pilot burner pressed home each of their attacks, savaging the Russian formations that sought to make it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless grip of the globe.

It ended in less than ten minutes during which Stephen counted the Russians had lost xvii fighters and eleven Italian sandwich. From the trail of black smoke which departed to the east, at least twice that number of sheet had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their base of operations. As for going on the English of Finland, he could not tell one way or another.

Two hr later as the twain stopped to catch their breath, having covered nearly seven klick, Stephen gave Nikkei a implike grin and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to cross off your pickings of that armored combat vehicle ?"

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

"grandad,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the close song with expiry at the helping hand of the tanks returned ardor."Who would the Russians send to the front demarcation escorted by a army tank, and so many minibike passenger ?"

Sir Leslie Stephen paused and rubbed his helping hand over his chin as he mulled the question over and over. Finally he reached the solely logical end that fit the evidence of such a caravan moving with minimal guard."The only thing that makes mother wit was either a new Divisional commanding officer or possibly the commander of the Russian one-ninth Army Corp, full general Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to disrupt the Russian USA in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's hair with his manus despite her unspoiled effort to fend him off,"Come now Nikkei we have to agitate on before we make camp. There is an old hunting lodge, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole out up and estimate out what to blow up next."

"grandfather is there any prospect I can get a bath ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any form of good news show in the matter.

"The property originally had hot water piped in from the topical anaesthetic springtime, and if I recall correctly the live on time 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 ascertain you get your hot bath for Christmas…"

Stephen shook his head and moved to catch up with Nikkei, who raced on down the track determined to have her hot bath."Never underestimate that girl…so much like me after all…still a noble-minded old day, and one less major bother of a Russian leader to be concerned with."

In a handful of solar day Stephen and Nikkei would discover who was in the bushwhack convoy. Yet the chain of event unleashed by their sweat will take foresighted to unfold and shape not only the Winter War, but the biography of tens of jillion of people across Europe and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA home office, Moscow

premier Stalin watched from the high gear balcony of STAVKA headquarters as the sacking squads prepared for the succeeding circle of death penalty. Normally the pot of such bloodbath would squelch his sadistic rage in moment, but not this eve. No, this evening the profligate would flow in red watercourse across the country. The incompetents who had allowed such shame and overplus to descend upon the USSR had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Joseph Stalin slammed his clenched fist on the stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond sensibility or reason. He had sent his Minister of defense lawyers, marshal Voroshilov to join with Ninth Army corporation commander General Dashicev and get to the bottom of the mint at the front parentage. The Ninth army Corps should get sliced Finland in one-half at the waist weeks ago, yet had not advanced more than sixty kilometer across the molding, and if the reports are true, two elite group infantry part had been destroyed by a bold and reckless Suomi counterattack.

He watched as the condemned men, the military unit who was to travel with Marshal Voroshilov to the front lines, were brought to the bulwark five at a metre. The leader of the firing squad executed each command with well honed precision, his men fired on program line with no hesitation and the next in tune to be shot had the laurels of dragging their dead booster away before assuming their place at the wall.

The fate of Marshal Voroshilov and full general Dashicev was made known to Stalin only an time of day ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his rage he personally stormed his way to where the escort of marshall Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commander's power and summarily shot him dead for his crime against the state.

Hour after hour he stood on that balcony as the executions continued well into the night. Once the final man of the bodyguard unit was disposed of, the fate of those NKVD troops who failed to secure the roadway followed.

Until the news of the United States Marshals Service demise had arrived, few dared to take exception his decision to invade Finland and to restore what nation rightfully belonged to Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and Russia alone. Even Sweden and Norway began to let their incertitude about standing up against USSR on the slope of Suomi, until the earthly concern telegram and radio divine service had announced the decease of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing victory scored by the Suomi U. S. Army against the Russian personnel fighting it out on the isthmus, many world loss leader now pledged to back Republic of Finland in any way possible. And now Germany, the ostensible ally of USSR, had begun to ship out advance to the North Germanic language regime to see if German ships bearing limb and supplies for Finland would be permitted transit through their territory.


Once again Stalin seethed at the continuous perfidy heaped upon betrayal of the world res publica against the ascending of the Soviet Union, and of the supremacy of the human beings by Communist forces. They refuse to see and distinguish the inevitability of his cause and Crusade, to bestow the public into a communist golden age no affair the cost in blood and fire.

"No the war will go along on,"Stalin growled, his anger still stoked to levels beyond inclusion,"more men and storage tank will be sent, more planes dispatched and we will push on until I have victory over the Finnish who dishonored me in 1921, or the cobbler's last Russian falls drained on the field."

Stalin never moved until the finish prisoners were executed well into the next days dawning.


24 Dec, 1939 Finland Supreme Command Headquarters

For the commencement sentence since the war with Soviet Russia had commenced airfield marshall Mannheim allowed himself to pass on off a chuckle and a grinning at the bad joke one of his aides told. He returned to the maps and reports laid out on the table before him, listening to the unending manner of speaking of memos, substance, intelligence agency and so forth.

On the 22nd of December the Russian Seventh United States Army Corp threw itself at the Mannerheim justificative line, a entire force of nine infantry divisions, three tank brigades and a clear armor corp of armor elevator car and fast tanks. The soviet oecumenical had come up with a crafty design, cross the ice-covered lakes where tanks and armored vehicle could operate and pull long transmission line of infantry-bearing sleds ; other units would mount a simultaneous violation from the land and overwhelm the defenders.

A brilliant plan that would have worked, keep for the Finnish scouts and diversionist 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 forepart line commandant had engineer rig up a massive surprise for the Russian assault - remote-detonated explosives combined with the usage of their pre-registered heavy howitzer and the new heavy anti-tank cannons ( which had arrived via Sweden ) that lined the gird positions along the shoreline.

The Russian attack began with a monumental ten-hour ordnance battery followed by the first wafture of Russian flock surging across the ice. Explosives and weapon decimated the Russian forces, sending armoured combat vehicle and sledge into the weak profundity below tattered ice. The panoplied vehicles and tanks that did reach the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank gas and the foot who joined in the coloured carnage of the lakes.

The land struggle had been a much closer matter, thirteen hours of hellish combat that left over two-hundred burned out tanks and thousands of Russian numb stacked like cordwood. The Finnish armed effect had paid a dear Leontyne Price for it, yet the newly deployed foreign volunteers made the dispute in quantity and quality…some 25000 military personnel from Hungary, Italy, Sweden and Kingdom of Norway plus a sprinkling of other nationalities, submarine sandwich each and every one !

Field reports combined with stop contagion broadcast in the clear from the Russian seventh Army corp main office nearly matched. For all intensive purposes the Seventh regular army had been destroyed in that one outstanding winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their nauseous north of Lake Ladoga. Five foot divisions of the Russian eighth Army Corps, with heavy tank and artillery livelihood, assaulted the weak-appearing Finnish situation with a bully deal of enthusiasm and purpose ; only to find out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting region of trap, artillery, political machine gun nests, minefields and anti-tank guns which shredded the Russians in LE than seven hours.

Again it was the extraneous volunteers who helped progress to the difference, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose military machine skill and expertise allowed them to contend as severe as his Finnish army flock ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their favor, with twenty-one Suomi Air Force aeroplane downed for 97 Russian. The commanding ecumenical for the Eighth Army very politely stayed in his field headquarters when a six battery barrage of Suomi dense artillery landed on its position.

bailiwick marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his gain military officer."Our troops, the foreign Volunteer effect, and the supplies of weaponry and ammo from Sweden, Norge, Italy and Republic of Hungary are making the difference ; how ironic that so a great deal of the death 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 content forms for him. He read them quickly, one of them several times and looked to his intelligence operation foreman who nodded and grinned like a masher. He just stood there in shock, unable to believe for a time that two partisans - the Ghost Bear and Snow Fox had doubled their previous coup over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this great endowment you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his head in a brief appeal of thanks and kudos. The substantiation of reinforcements - reservists and foreign Volunteer - to tighten up the Finnish defenders facing the ninth and Fourteenth armies was great intelligence, and now this natural endowment on Christmas Eve truly was heaven sent.

Marshal Mannheim made a note to bear those two zealot decorated if Finland managed to moderate on and win the ongoing war.

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

Once he had their attention he read the intercepted message and after the clapping and cheering ran its course ordered it to be broadcast over national radiocommunication. The marshal shook his clenched fist in triumph, knowing then and there the war with Russia had turned and turned for the better…he gave that some due consideration…

"Pass the word to all our front line military force as well, but indicate they are to be doubly vigilant at this news,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not bury nor forgive. We can expect them to complete even more reenforcement and faster than ever to insure our commonwealth is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much gentlemen,"he continued, his iron-hard gaze locking on every man and woman in twist,"our face has won many smashing victories and the good Lord has delivered the enemy leaders into our hands as well, but we have not won the war. Our corking struggle may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our forces who are facing the Ninth and Fourteenth Russian U. S. Army corp to tighten their defenses so we can pin those personnel in place."

"gentleman's gentleman, I sense a great change is coming in the air, a storm bully than anything we have ever seen will hit and deepen the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of blood, blast and steel coming down on their enemy in short circuit order.



25 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth Army corp

Nikkei slid deeper into the steamer water and reveled in the intense heat and subdued moving ridge that lapped across her abdomen and white meat. She twirled her fingers in the water, generating ripples that spread out and glistened in the soft lantern illumination ; such a simple gift she wanted for Christmas, a hot bath, something she took for granted before the war began…before her world turned upside down and slammed to the soil with fell intensity.

For four days she and Stephen had been cooped up in the ruins of an old hunting lodge that actually had weewee piped in from a nearby hot spring. The low moaning of the blizzard reminded her of old ghost stories her father would order near the open fireplace, shadows dancing on the wall as he moved about, often making sensual shadows with his hands in interpretation of ‘ Simon Peter and the Wolf.'

One strong upsurge of wind that pounded on the door blocked by an old sofa and desk, to forbid easy ledger entry by anyone in the area, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a premium as she on the birthday of the Prince of Peace. almost of the old lodge lay exposed to the elements, but enough remained, such as the bathing room she occupied, to allow for decent shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the home that had taken up residency.

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

She gathered a rich lathering of soap on her workforce and the rag, and then slowly began to scrub down her face, neck and weaponry. The accumulated filth and tautness built from the scratch line of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could relax for a meter, free of the forethought and store of the wider world.

On one breast she softly swirled the rag in sensuous rope that advanced unto her puff up mamilla. ace both old and new flowed into her mind, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully explore or to even talk about with anyone. Her eyes closed and a flabby gasp passed her open rim as a slight shudder played along her body ; the heat of the water accentuated the pleasurable undulation which flowed one upon another along the rattling fibre of her being.

Her loose mitt came to perch between her breasts, and the fingers slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to fondle and tease and please a portion of her body that sent her unto the vault of heaven with sensuous walking on air that she could only compare to the songs of the celestial choir. Nikkei sensed her heart beating faster and faster as her breath quickened, blood thundered and her body came live in a rainbow of sensations that could not be described.

She pushed her fingers into the profundity of her muliebrity as far as she could ; determined to draw out each bit of pleasure possible. Of course she was still a virgin at the age of 18, unlike so many of her protagonist and other close kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be ineffective to feature children, thus making her the despite of the hamlet and a bad wedding prospect.

The wilderness, raw, primordial surge of flame and heat caught her off guard duty as a thousand K of universes cascaded before her, unnumbered chance of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her delight to the world when her exit hit.

Her men covered her mouth as she blushed thick than ever before in her life history, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even profoundly as Stephen burst through the threshold with a drawn pistol, lost his terms on the slick floor and tumbled human face first into the bath with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and agitate his oral sex like an old sheepdog, sending a cascade of water across the elbow room."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his drenched wearable, shook his head and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the fireplace - though they would reek like wood locoweed for days."Better they smell of forest smoke than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"grandpa, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the border of the bath. When Stephen looked at her with an chagrined grin she gasped, clutched her coat of arms over her bared boob and slid oceanic abyss into the pee while a hot blush surged deep and red across her already peak cheeks. All she wanted to do was melt away and disappear ; her mind tore in unlike directions, desires playing a thousand melodies at once while she fought to tame the confusion.

On the battle field sniping at the opposition she has mastered her emotions to a okay degree ; but in the issue of the heart, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her head but could not deplume her eyes away from him as he pulled off his shirt and wring the water of it…the iron-hard muscles of his lithe frame, crossed with a roadmap of scars acquired over a lifespan of hardship and conflict, flexed with each wrench made upon his shirt.

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

Nikkei was unable to believe her auricle, for her grandpa never apologized for anything."Grandpa you didn't foul up or get regardless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

"wellspring 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 indisputable both of us would fit. Although I could try if you insist…"

He laughed at the cute little squealing strait given off by Nikkei at his hint. Though as he left the room to interchange and dry his material, the twinkle that danced in her eyes spoke volume to his experienced nub and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Stephen pulled the lowly punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the up-to-the-minute short fox-marker added to the wooden caudex. Feeling the smoothness of the indent he coated the exposed wood with an amber hued filth, when dry it will glitter with a honey-gold texture as any promiscuous played across it.

"One Thomas More of so many Fox added, I had taught my granddaughter to hunt for deer, boar and bear."Stephen gave off a deep, disgusted sigh at the tip of destiny and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a huntsman of Russians who have raped our native land and stolen her hereafter. All those years ago when her family adopted her…."

His thinker drifted into computer storage of his lost family all those years ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the authorities failed to find the parents of the slight young woman found wandering alone in the Sir Henry Wood, her clothing covered in blood…

A daughter of true enigma who had grown into a amercement young woman ; one that he wished he could feature given a life of pacification to instead of the damn war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the background signal the static-filled program of Finnish and Northman radio stations declared their holiday wishes and greeting, and then broadcast the usual updates of the war.

"To all of our extremity of Finland's armed forces engaged in the desperate struggle to protect our native land from the barbarian of the Soviet pairing. I and all of our people thank you for the inscription and forfeiture of so much you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace each of you find respite from this endless woe inflicted by the Russians.."

Stephen half-listened to the radio stable filled broadcast. He heard the details given of the gravid fight fought on the Isthmus and near Lake Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian seventh and one-eighth regular army army corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before stubborn Finnish resistance"assisted by volunteers who support our cause for freedom and self-determination as a democracy against the tyrannical might of Communist Russia."

"We wish to confirm that in the final stage workweek the Russian Armies shock force of the Russian ninth Army Corps has suffered extreme setbacks due to our land's Army, air force out and partisans active behind the enemy lines. It has been confirmed that the Ninth Army has lost their commanding officer, one General Dashicev along with the Minister of Defense for the Soviet labor union, Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the front end lines to see first-hand what had caused the ninth regular army to be held up in the field."

Stephen turned his full attention to the radio…

"My boyfriend Fin's our beloved solders and nationals fighting behind the subscriber line have demonstrated tacky and clear to the world why the Ninth army, along with all other Russian Army corps, has failed to mash our nation. In the death of the Defense Minister Russia has learned the deterrent example we will never give up and never render to their forces of captivity. And so with each engagement we undertake against the Russian invaders, we bleed them and shed blood them more, until the day will occur in the near future when they will admit defeat and seek to make a just and honest peace."

"May the clock time soon come when we can tell in full phase of the moon the military action of the two known as the nose candy Fox and the trace Bear ; may God restrain them condom and wield them as instruments of justness against our antediluvian opposition from the barbarian earth of Russia."

Stephen whistled,"So that is whom Nikkei took down after the tank car exploded ?"

He imagined how Nikkei would dance around like an ale-drunken bee after earreach of the prize she had bagged. The death of general Dashicev was welcome news, and showed his guess as to who occupied the staff car in the train they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian government minister of Defense, truly marked the greatest loot any partisan sniper could hope to mark short circuit of PM Stalin.

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


He fought back the tear that threatened to make out as his heart lodged in his throat. His tiddler 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 metre Nikkei will not insist on coming along with me."He looked at the small quite a little of supplies that had been cached away in the basement of the old hunting guild. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the food, cloths, ammo and other sundry trade good the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two low sled he had stored among former goodness in the stash remained entire and untaken. At to the lowest degree he and Nikkei could carry more good on them than they can just upon their vertebral column. Plus he had new batteries for his pocket-sized receiving set a supporter had built a few geezerhood ago…

That short vector has proven to be a reliable admiration. Incredibly small, lightweight and dependable, he can use it to relay or get voice and Morse-code sign. His old friend in the United province who made it was a contemporaries ahead of his time, and a mere fond regard allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the stress between Russia and Finland had begun to increase, he and his fella smugglers plus some of the contacts they had within the armed forces began to contrive and set up. Thus a relay-chain of a sorting exists to pass by information and program line along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in brief transmitting of Morse-code to avoid return sleuthing by the Russians.

other data, social club and the like are broadcast five metre daily by the governing over the public tuner broadcasts. No issue how much the Russians may try, only the leader of the drumbeater in specific areas behind the lines possessed the necessary codification to understand them.

"All for the better then,"Stephen softly said to himself."It's past prison term we bleed these Russians as badly as we can and prevent any more topsy-turvydom falling upon our heads…"

He stopped mumbling at the sound of Nikkei's ghostly stride mixed with the crackling of the flames in the fireplace. His gaze moved to his clothing hung over the back of two old chairs near the fireplace, the rut slowly drying them out after that dip in the tub.

Returning to the rifle, he observed that each office has been lovingly cared for by Nikkei. Stephen nodded his favorable reception, delighted that she had remembered all he could instruct her of such matter.

Wrapped in a boneheaded cotton robe, Nikkei sat before the flame and keep on towel her hair dry.

Stephen looked up at her, the twinkle from the flaming caressing her in a swirling saltation of luminousness and apparition. He saw her chewing on her lower lip, obviously troubled by something, or more likely what had happened between them in the washup room.

"Nikkei what's bothering you my dear ?"Stephen said and laid the rifle down on its white-furred scabbard."I can recount you are occupy or disturb, so please recite me and if I have wronged you somehow…"

He scooted side by side to her and looked into her tear-filled eyes as she turned her gaze unto his.

She opened her robe to expose her bared belly, thigh and breasts for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her unspoken dubiousness. One hand came to breathe on his flushed impudence, the heat flowing into her helping hand as she began to caress his iron-hard, weather-beaten, scarred skin in such a blue-blooded way that it twitched with each soft and soft stroke.

"Nikkei I did not intend to outrage you earlier…"Sir Leslie Stephen's words ended when she gently touched a fingertip to his back talk. She pulled her hand away and shed the gown from her trunk, then leaned onto her hip, sweeping her legs back behind her at the knees and propped herself up on one arm. With the early she took his hand into her and entwined their fingers.

Stephen's eyes drank in every sensuous and soft curve of her consistency, the fullness of her amber hair, soft blue eye full of life and hurting sundry in equal measure, the steady rise and fall of her bared breast. As his regard descended to her most intimate of gem she shifted her leg enough for him to see her bared womanhood and the slight spark of moisture already gathered there on her skin and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few multiplication in his biography, Stephen found himself at a loss for words as his brain flared to ashen insensibility. He could not believe 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 listen the love and affectionateness in her voice for him, something that had been there for years and only now did he empathize in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in love with him long ago and now sought to move their recounting to the succeeding level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be alive and free of trouble and angriness,"she said, her center releasing a lone tear down her impudence."I want to be your exhibit grandpa for tonight, to prompt us both what life means ; I don't expect to take a shit it through this war, so much death has already come close…and with that tankful firing at me…"she shuddered at the memory of how close she had brushed with dying that day.

She moved to Stephen and sat down on his lap with her legs crossing behind his spinal column. Her one hand brought his to breathe on her bosom ; the mere tinge of his tegument on hers sent a quiver and thrill blazing across her being. When he began to fondle her breast, teasing more and Sir Thomas More torrid waves of pleasure from her body, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the indulgent snow does before the flaming of a fire.

He kissed her cheek and softly mishandle puffs of his stir up breathing time on her neck. Stroking her hair's-breadth he looked once again into her eyes and seen the love and nerves acting against one another."Are you sure as shooting this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first time in such topic and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

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

So it was that they entered the older of strain, and fulfilled the oldest dance of all, two hearts and two bodies coming together in one ; the rallying cry of passion and primeval dismission echoed throughout the old ruins until Stephen released his life sentence source into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the elbow grease. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smile and whispering Christian Bible meant for them alone.

An hr later as Nikkei contently slept away, her gentle stertor merging with the crackling flames, Stephen gave her a grin and softly kissed her on the impertinence before laying down for his own rest. He made surely though that his pistols and hunting tongue were within easy grabbing distance if they were needed.


28 Dec, 1939 Suomussalimi, Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the messenger salute and dismissed him with a passing wave of his deal.

Two days ago he had been alerted to of import didactics that will come at his home base ; and given the current weather that raged just outside the hotels thick stone walls, it had to be something between extremely pressing and insane for a messenger to be risked in temperatures, nose candy and flatus that were the tough in recorded history.

Since him and the 27th foot Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign volunteer, he had waged relentless irregular warfare to leech the Russian one-ninth US Army corp white and reserve them to this part when from all report 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 ten-strike across the river. He could fight back and not attack, and the Lapp for them…a frustration that grew all the more with each passing day. Even his raiding political party had met with minimal success, redeem for sniping at the Russians who hid in their fortified positions.

Only sea captain Robinson and his men, aided by the partisans led by the old colonel Sir Leslie Stephen and his aide called"Snow Fox"have scored monolithic succeeder upon success upon success. When he considered the reputation of the old colonel, commonly known as the"ghost Bear'in the death dandy war, it is little wonder the man leads and coordinates the partizan to such a record, even as he and the Snow Fox carry out their own two-person crusade upon the despised Russians.

He opened the mailboat and withdrew out the bundle of documents and picture, and whistled when he gave the top Page - orders from Field marshall Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in brief and concise detail that John Roy 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 home base. He shouted above the howling wind for his senior policeman to gather 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 slice apart the remaining strength of the Ninth United States Army while clock time remained. So he had chosen to scrutinize the forward defenses and check the Russians received a warm welcome when they struck.

As expected, the defenses were inviolable and growing stronger with each passing day ; with log and Lucy Stone bunker living accommodations machine guns, anti-tank cannon and fighting side for infantry. Other positions inside the town had already been made ready…when the Russians struck the river and snow would be red with their blood.




28 Dec, 1939 berlin, FRG

"Ah yes, I will take this one here,"admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with fine ball field. He held it in both hired hand and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the unaccented played across each stone. The jeweller had promised the giving would be crafted to perfection, and so he had achieved yet again with the gift for his dear wife.

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

"admiral, as always Mr. Karl has outdone himself, you have chosen the endowment well for Mrs. Donitz and she will probably be pleased beyond bar at your gift of fondness for her."John R. Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the entrepot and all of the people within it, plus those who paused even for a moment to look through the storefronts windows. His handwriting never strayed far from the suitcase of his pistol.

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

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

admiral Donitz reflection changed from delight to stupor and then abject revulsion as the Chancellors car came into mickle, and disappeared in a thunderous explosion that tore the vehicle asunder. John Roy 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 cloud of dust and fastball. He made his way out to the street where many vehicle burned, and all too many hoi polloi lay on the earth in puddle of red. One face at the sophisticate, burning remains of the chancellor car told him there would be, could not be, any subsister ; but he rushed over to see if against all odds his nations leader had somehow survived.

The military bodyguard swarmed the domain to gain controller as fast as possible ; one officer threatened full admiral Donitz until he showed his military papers and then took control over the scene. All too swiftly the verity was confirmed when the flak of the Chancellor of the Exchequer car were extinguished at long utmost.

Chancellor Hitler was dead, assassinated by a dud placed within the car that had detonated the gasoline tank.

"So it has been accomplished,"Admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his head in disbelief, a wondrous act for the sake of show to the sight. His personal agent, ones loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the web of Russian spy and agentive role that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their design to mould. Now that it had, his ally in the German government would ensure his sequence to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the keep of Goering and his sect, would deal with Union of Soviet Socialist Republics once and for all…of form he still had to make a ‘ phone call'to the mastermind behind this mad plot of ground to ensure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 Russian capital, Russia

Everyone in the room jumped at the 1 gunshot that seemed to rumble and rebound about the encounter room for the senior high school bid of the Russian Armed power. Quickly they resumed their posture of full attention, each expecting to be the following one personally gunned down by the man at the head of the table…

"associate I believe my point has been duly made,"Premier Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili calmly stated as he holstered his pistol. He gave a nod and two NKVD guards rushed over and dragged the body of General Voroshilov, who of recent had been recalled to Moscow for ‘ private consultation regarding the war.'

"I will tolerate no more failure in the matter of this war with Republic of Finland,"he growled,"each day our nation loses yet Sir Thomas More influence, respect and side around the world. I have since the failed offense of 22-23 Dec given orders for massive reinforcements to deploy in the expanse of the Seventh and Eighth Army Corps, we have peace with the Germans and thus our front line with them is now reduced to second and third rank units ; the elite force being redeployed will be in property by the end of Jan, when the final exam unsavory shall begin."

"The Ninth Army Corp shall deal limited offensives ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any More major usage."He smashed his fist onto the tabular array many times to stress his point in time.

Stalin went on for some time berating the world for all personal manner of sensed slight and plot of ground being carried out against him and the Soviet North. His rage grew to such summit and depths that many of the men gathered feared he would either die of a stroke ; or have everyone shot down on the spot by the sub-machinegun wielding NKVD bodyguards who circled behind each man like a watching and waiting vulture.

From one English an officer appeared, delivered several message mannikin to Stalin and then bolted for his lifetime after being dismissed with a casual wave. As he scanned them his mood swung from rage to outright joy back to a simmering, stewing rage that promised Death to individual before the Night passed.

"Gentlemen,"Joseph Stalin declared with a squeeze calm and smile while holding up the 3rd message frame in one helping hand,"as I stated, we have peace with Germany and now it is guaranteed for some time to get along. Our agents in the German High statement have confirmed the news being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Adolf Hitler is dead. soul managed to station an explosive device inside of his armored car, and needless to say the carnage wrought was phenomenal. full admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new Chancellor of Federal Republic of Germany and thus will hold many calendar month to fully put away of his rivals and attain full control over his nation's governance."

The faculty officers and ministers shouted and cheered at the tidings of Adolf Hitler's death, and gave off calls for the recollective sprightliness of Premier Joseph Stalin, the Soviet pairing and the inevitable domination of the domain by Communism. By almost universal spontaneity they began to sing the national Sung of Russia, their inscription and belief in their reason having been reconfirmed by the universe at large.

Wisely Joseph Stalin withheld the two other messages that arrived at the Sami prison term. They detailed the movements of Generals Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Finland Front. During the trajectory to headquarters near a procure airport the carpenter's plane carrying them, escorted by XII scrapper, was jumped by a large numeral of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian pilots fought until their planes went down in flame. Despite their best cause, the planer carrying both superior general had been shot down as well with no subsister. Once again the leaders of his armed force-out had disappointed him, and the reports of flagging morale among the foot along with some units on the edge of mutiny confirmed the police officer were deliberately failing, seeking lawsuit to expel him once and for all from power.

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

None of the jubilant military officer before him knew what hit them when with a nod Stalin had his bodyguards cut them down to the last. He summoned his personal auxiliary and demanded a make written document, which once he signed with a few casual solidus of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communications political commissar and dispatched.

Within forty-eight hours the blood bath had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed force out higher command and replacing all officers of Major or higher rank and file with Political commissars. He gave new society to all of the Russian armed force out ; any breath of disloyalty or lack of right communist spirit will ensue in that man's entire platoon or company being summarily executed en mass.

Stalin never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding chain of events his madness and lust for blood would let loose in unawares order…


30 December, 1939 Germany, OKH High Command

admiral Donitz, newly sworn in Chancellor of Germany and all of her multitude looked out the window of his office and the pristine snowfall from the previous storm. Just over twenty-four hours ago Chancellor Hitler had been assassinated by a bomb calorimeter planted inside of his armored faculty car ; in short order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a gang of Russian undercover agent and agent who caused Hitler's death.

Their writ of execution warrants were the maiden issue taken care of by Donitz after taking the oath of office. Now he had a monumental choice to have, one discussed long into the night by him and the High bidding. He had been aware of program being drafted, on Hitler's society, for an intrusion of Russia…he wondered if Adolf Hitler had been aware of his pending death, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's death at the work force of surmise Russian agents, proven or not, gave them the sound and lesson justice for the invasion to issue forth. The major world leaders, even those of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and U.K., had been contacted via direct or third-party transmissible cables of the plan to parcel out with Russia and Stalin for their treachery in assassinating the German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual condolences and respective point of admonishment of Russia.

From France, the Daladier government activity response was confused, drawn and uncommitted one way or another. That came as no surprise to Donitz, having anticipated such from the flash the overseas telegram were sent out.

What did shock him was that from England, or more precisely the two cables received from England. One from the parliament condemning Russia and urging peace talks are held between Russia and Germany to adjudicate this thing ; 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 affair of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and their demonstrated barbarism to the proper behavior of relations between governments I say this much. So long as Marshal Goering continues to ply arms to Finland via Sweden and no preventive with our own implements of war shipments to Suomi comes about, we wish you God stop number and critical victory over the godless Russian government of Stalin.

"gentleman's gentleman,"Chancellor Donitz began as he turned to face the gathered High control,"nigh of our force are in home already since the intrusion of Poland and we have managed to secretly increase our effect there by a big degree. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the programme and overall goals ?"

Each officer in turn affirmed his role and detailed any last-place minute concerns, details and so onward. Satisfied that all is in seat Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the orders laid out before him…

"valet de chambre"he said,"Operation Wotan, the invasion and destruction of the Soviet mating, will originate at 12:01 a.m. on 10 January, 1940. Stalin has inflicted pain and stemma upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Stalin sewed the nothingness with the seminal fluid of war in Suomi, and now he will draw the harvest of blade and line of descent and fire born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 Dec, 1939 England, nameless location

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

He hung up the speech sound and sighed at the range of outcome now coming forth to fruition. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Russia white as Finland continued to resist common sense, logic and notion in their consistent crushing of one Russian Army corporation after another in horrendous struggle around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the wireless of such heroes as the Snow Devil, Ghost Bear and the Snow Fox. someone who had managed to inflict lot carnage at key prison term and locations on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Suomi straw man perished with news given to the Suomi Air power from Britain.

Of path, the assassination of Hitler carried out by disloyal Germans who assumed the British agents who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a caseful to save the Western globe. Russia and Germany will bleed each other white-hot, and by the fourth dimension they deal with one another, Great Britain and France will be make to confront the German U. S. Army who will come at them.

As a historian Winston S. Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of death and destruction he has unleashed, but for the sake of a free future and saving X of 1000000 of aliveness, he chose the lesser of two evil set before him.

One former matter caused him no end of business ; the wide-eyed fact of Admiral Donitz being capable to station a direct call option to Winston Churchill's ‘ clandestine'location meant the man had agents all over England. Agents that for some reason he used for his own orphic purposes and never shared with his fellow Germans.

Winston Churchill shook his header, mentally replaying the conversation news by parole he had with the new Chancellor of FRG. He examined each shade, idiosyncrasy and inflection for the little border it may give him in any next transaction with Admiral Donitz. The sheer power, audacity, and wiliness of the man were unbelievable to hear and find as he described to Churchill date, prison term, places and conversations of English penetration agentive role and spy who had manipulated the Russian federal agent into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the English factor from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the English embassy in Schweiz for repatriation. Duke of Marlborough folded his hands together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decode this coordination compound conundrum enshrouded within a conundrum that represented Donitz…no matter what ; Donitz had proven to be an adversary worth watching very, very closely.


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

Commissar General Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the first stars of the night emerge in the authorize 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 rotation and subsequent ascendancy of the Communist party.

Of course this especial Finnish community, once called Summers Mist, had been exterminated in the first base hour of the war. These people had refused to see the inevitable, that their governing had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the Cicily Isabel Fairfield and thus they had paid for the treachery of the Finland governance who refused to comply with the rightful demands of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the midsection of this war we have such a admiration as the night to see,"he stated to the Aidoneus and to political commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston, commanders of the 51st and 58th infantry variance."Now then, I have plans set out for dealing with these troublesome partisans once and for all…."


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From a wooded pitcher's mound that looked down on the remains of summer Mist Sir Leslie Stephen watched with keen interest the cluster of tents and vehicle which marked the army corps headquarters unit. The collection of officers standing out in the moth-eaten told him loud and clear that they were senior Russian commandant ; I that would ascertain a terminal and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the headquarters new positioning from one of many motorbike riding courier they had disposed of since Christmas. Her fad at the mere thought of Russians standing amidst her old dwelling house only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the chance to score one more John Major victory over the invaders.

The Finnish radio Stations conducted their unconstipated updates of the war, now reduced to a chain of violent brush on the front melody and aerial battles between the Finland and Russian air forces. The messages sent to partisan whole behind the lines confirmed this, plus directed them to strike as heavily as they can when opportunity presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's berth to his right hand and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a clump of rocks, trees, shrubs and a snow cloak set up as a hunters blind he could barely constitute out her outline as she lay as low to the ground as possible. With a gesture he informed her to shoot when the honest opportunity presented itself.

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




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Commissar General Kolya turned to face the slow convoy of truck that snaked its way up the road and passed his tent. One stripe of NKVD personnel riding in the back of a hand truck saluted as they passed, as did the next and the next after that. His eye surged in pridefulness at this grand display of proper political look and dedication to the state which he will use to inspire and terrify the Russian infantry into proper shape.

On his desk sat a pile of reports that many building block in his instruction were in near mutiny, having refused to follow with lawfully given orders by their new NKVD officeholder. All of the old police officer had been, as per Joseph Stalin's rescript, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the officeholder and not spared the police lieutenant and captains as Stalin had done.

Two days ago he had assumed controller of the Ninth Army Corp and now he has to deal with this rising ; and if reports are rightful, it is spreading like wildfire in a drought stricken woods through the Russian Army…especially with units being sent to reinforce the Finnish Front.

He turned to the two divisional air force officer and waved at the passage hand truck,"gentleman's gentleman these are the admittedly heart and somebody of the commonwealth ; you will rack up the men of your new unit of measurement into configuration and then we shall dispense 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 grand old rooster about to be sent to the kitchen for a vacation feast. A man who thought himself to be a genius or leader of men, and instead he is just one more cock - fat, proud, arrogant and filled with his own self-worth…and about to pay the price for that uttermost hubris…

She squeezed the trigger…

Bang !


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Commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston watched in slack-jawed revulsion as their commander toppled forward as a marionette cut free of its drawing string. The headquarters guard, gathered officers and stave looked at the crimson soil that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the Edward Douglas White Jr. snowfall ; for an eternity of time they could not ram their bodies to move, horrified at having last visit them so far behind the front lines…

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


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

Bang !
clap !



Twice more her rifle barked, the noise covered by the incessant backfiring of the truck. As per Stephens plan she immediately backed from her attitude, pulled down the blow cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. Inside ten arcminute they were skiing hard and fast to renounce the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD commander of the headquarters guard watched the three generals fall one after the future. He called out admonition of a sniper and looked in the counseling of the backfiring motortruck which had a man who held his handgun in the focus of the fallen generals.

"There in the truck, the gunner is in the truck,"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 spread out fervidness, tearing the truck, driver and NKVD guards to shreds. A grenade was lobbed into the undecided backside and reduced the vehicle to twisted metal and a roaring firing that marked the grave of two mark of country security personnel.

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

His last command ended in a gurgle and sprayer of blood as a outburst of bullet tore his chest open.

bedlam reigned as factions of NKVD troops tore into one another, leaving stacks dead and many more wounded upon the snowy ruins of summer Mist. This Chaos only escalated when Captain Robinson and his men stumbled onto the scene, already prepared to bust the headquarters, and swept the place clean of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not carry off they departed as silently as ghosts and reported to the Suomi heights program line another success for the ‘ Ghost Bear'and the ‘ Snow Fox,'who initiated the minor civic war at the headquarters.


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4 hours and several km later, Sir Leslie Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her pilus in praise. They set off for the next hidden cache and shelter from which they will contrive the next smasher against the Russians.

"Grandpa what do you believe all that gunshot was about after we left ?"Nikkei asked of Stephen.

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a crowd of our soldiers arrived in sentence to take advantage of the chaos you created and exterminated the entire headquarters and that convoy of trucks. Come Nikkei we have to cover a lot of dry land tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonlight to guide us…"

With that they moved off as silent as death amidst the inscrutable woods.




9 Jan, 1940 STAVKA main office, Soviet Russia

The conspirators gathered for the final time, knowing they are intrust no subject the outcome. One by one each went over his part of the plan, the theatrical role of his troops or government section, and the sloshed timeline they had to asseverate to the minute once everything began.

One small-scale flutter in the plan, one slipup of any kind and it will be all over. But the interest of their loser would be the death of Soviet Russia and imposition of a High German warlord and political science over the homeland for God alone knew how many generations.

The broker of the NKVD had recently received confirmation of the German language arm personnel gathering en mass along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Republic of Poland. An immense strength of motorized foot and of tanks, plane and bombers…an unbelievable fist of iron prepared to smash place into a weakened Russia.

Normally the gird forces of Russia would be sufficient to deter the German language, but now mutiny was sweeping the four army corp stuck within Republic of 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 scout troop will no longer succeed orders given by Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili or his men and called upon the German to invade and liberate their homeland from the oppressiveness of Communism.

The High German promptly responded, declaring to the man they will commence their ‘ liberation of Soviet Union'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 Jan, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the radio that he held only Stalin and his henchman, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian population creditworthy for the assassination of Chancellor of the Exchequer Hitler…

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

"We have to do this tonight, and we must win, or we lose the fatherland to the Germans."general Zhukov, the lone general to endure Stalin's foolishness, told the gathered men."consecrate the rules of order, in one hour it begins…"

With those tidings the men departed to keep open their homeland.


9 January, 1940 Israel Baline, Germany

"General has this been confirmed ?"premier Donitz said into the telephone. His faculty waited in tense silence, each one wondering if the events being reported in Soviet Russia are true up ; and if not true, will their Chancellor generate the final order to commence the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the telephone set. He breathed deeply, turned to his faculty and smiled in unfeigned delight."Gentlemen, the tidings have been confirmed, Stalin and his partner in crime are dead and full general Zhukov has been sworn in as the new Prime Minister of USSR. The lodge have already been confirmed by our listening station and agents in capital of the Russian Federation, all conflict save for local anesthetic self-defense is to end immediately inner Finland and a ‘ petition'made to our government to mediate public security talks between Finland and Russia."

"Orders are to be sent at once that the intrusion of Soviet Union is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his greatest surprise for shoemaker's last as he held up a letter of the alphabet delivered earlier by the ambassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal letter of Winston Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill who has accepted our pass of a return to the status-quo of 1939 between our land. We will adjourn from Poland, though it shall remain as a vassal regime in our firmament of influence."


"Gentlemen,"Donitz continued,"we have peace at hold out and Federal Republic of Germany has become a world power once again. The vilification and infamy inflicted upon us in the Great War has been erased forever…"

With that the Chancellor dismissed his men and returned to the day to day grind of running a governing. He did pause briefly to contemplate how the future tense will go from here on out. Peace has come to Europe as far as Germany is concerned, though Italian Republic's dictator Mussolini is making his common blustering stochasticity about Northern Africa…

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


10 January, 1940 rear-area of Russian Ninth Army Corps

In the astuteness of their sheltered encampment Stephen, Nikkei and headwaiter Robinson listened to the interpreter of subject area Marshal Mannheim come clear and discrete over the radio. They could scarcely believe their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign military volunteer and zealot who have been involved in the defence of our country of origin against the forcefulness of a tyrannical Russia ; this day, a great day of celebration for us all, I am gladiola to extol that the tyrant of Russia, Premier Stalin is dead. His successor Premier Zhukov has ordered all Russian force out are to lay off hostilities at once after a monumental demonstration of the Russian peoples collective resolve led to their solders refusing to accept decree anymore."

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

"The Chancellor of Deutschland, admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the pass of his government being a indifferent go-between for pacification negotiation to be held by representatives of Finland and Soviet Union. This marriage proposal has been supported in the net hour by the political science of Britain and France and the United States. Ladies and Gentlemen, as will be confirmed in short rescript by the administration official program, our valiant struggle of republic against communist tyranny has come to an end. Our sacrifices have been smashing, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the elbow grease of all who defended our fatherland on the front pedigree, and from behind opposition lines, heroes such as the blow Devil, Snow Fox and ghost Bear. Lady and Gentlemen, the war is over…"

The remaining words were drowned out by the collective cry of joy and delectation by Nikkei, Sir Leslie Stephen and Captain Edwin Arlington Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Stephens strong arms and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long finis she and he will return rest home and build a new life sentence in the ancestral habitation of their people.

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

"Nikkei please forebode me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will manoeuvre home, or anywhere else you wish to. I have several properties across the neighborhood from my…other body process,"he rolled his centre to the heavens 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 abode and see what we can make out of it for the time to come. I'm tired of hunting Russians, and I want to put this incubus past me once and for all…"

"Sorry to break the amorous kiss and such,"said police chief Jackie Robinson with a encompassing grin,"but I have edict to see the two of you to Field Marshal Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather extreme impression on the man…"

Sir Robert Robinson shook his capitulum and stopped talking as Nikkei and Stephen headed to their shelter, determined to cause a private solemnisation of their own."It can waitress a bit, it can wait…thank God the war is finally over."

So it is that the first of all clash between eastern United States and Rebecca West, between commie Russia and those who love to be give up 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 unity known in history to derive as ‘ Snow Fox'and"Ghost Bear'history has changed forever…

The long reverence European war ceased before it even began as Germany brokered a lasting peace treaty treaty between Union of Soviet Socialist Republics ( now led by Zhukov ) and Republic of Finland. All territorial gain and pre-war call made by the USSR were fully dropped, and the final international margin established under the eyes of neutral party from the United States and Holland, Belgium and former small fry powers.

Federal Republic of Germany and England entered into an nervous truce with one another, born by prime of life Minister Winston Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging regard'for premier Donitz of Deutschland, who forged a bit of industrial and switch deals of mutual welfare to the two state hoi polloi. Though many doubted the consignment of the new German language Chancellor, his subsequent restoration of Republic of Poland and the Balkland United States Department of State to fully sovereignty helped facilitate these doubts in the end.

Italy's potentate Mussolini made his common gripes and threats to restore the enormousness of the master empire of Italian capital across the lands of northerly Africa. He dismissed the warning of Anatole France and United Kingdom as ‘ humble bark and yelp of shoot down Empires.'

Chancellor Donitz delivered two substance to Mussolini - the first being an ass ‘ discouragement'for him to ‘ not upset the current counterbalance of power in a Europe now finding peace and successfulness again.'

Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly demeanour of the new German language prime minister'and prepared his nation to go to war. Thus he in short ordering received the bit, and final exam, subject matter of Donitz : a bomb in the bathtub…and a restoration of a relinquish and democratic mean value of popular government under the combined security of Britain and FRG.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to conduce Germany and her people for twelve more class until voluntarily refusing to run for a third six-year term of office. He declared ‘ it is clip for the next generation, those who have never seen the boldness of war, but the joy of peace treaty, to lead.'

Until the end of his sidereal day Donitz, as with Churchill, remained active agent as diplomat for their respective nations, and even held a grudging respect for one another ; although Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his mean solar day when asked about a ‘ certain phone outcry he received one night from Donitz…"

Anatole France became a nation that descended into political chaos in the year to occur ; one governance alignment rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and release of the French people dominion to the winning Japanese did a new presidency under Chenier bring some sense of hope and stability to the nation. But as a whole, the best daytime were behind Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault as her dependency in Africa broke free and became independent nations.

The Scandinavian language nations continued to thrive beyond anyone's wildest of dreaming in the twelvemonth to come up ; 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 implication market from those two respective nations.

On November 1, 1941 Admiral Isoroko Yamamoto ascended to prominence and inviolable control of the armed force out of the Empire of Japan. With the blessings of the emperor, the willing diplomatic assistance of Premier Zhukov of Russia and of President of the United States Anna Eleanor Roosevelt of America, Yamamoto pulled all troop of Japan from China in a staged climb-down that seen the colonial world power of Europe and United States begin to do the same.

No one knows to this engagement the truth of the subject, yet on Dec 5, 1941 President Roosevelt, on his way to Japan at the personal invitation of the Saturnia pavonia Hirohito, disappeared with the operose squad car Chicago that he travelled upon. The only message of warning device received was that of"fire in the forward engine room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in United States President Truman called for the matter to be investigated, and American language naval violence were sent to the net bonk position of the Chicago. Two British corvettes, One Canadian Coast guard vessel and three Japanese guided missile destroyer arrived on the view to only find out a field of detritus and oil glossy covering miles of ocean.

What has been documented is the maiden American language vas, a destroyer whose Captain despised the Japanese, on the scene immediately assumed the Japanese vessel had sunk the stops ; he demanded their surrender and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British people and Canadian vas were searching for survivors, commenced to raise upon them - one vessel sunk, heavy harm done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the destroyer in turn.

olibanum commenced the not bad Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On December 7, 1941, a unfriendly U.S. Congress, whipped into a delirium by a small fistful of anti-Japanese fanatics declared war on the Empire of Japan and directed President Truman to take aim the war until ‘ unconditioned yielding of the conglomerate of japan occurred.'

Seeing the opportunities for territorial gain and greater influence across the Pacific Ocean, on Dec 10 and 11, France and England joined the United commonwealth in declaring war upon the Japanese for ‘ offence of such order of magnitude as to defy common signified or decency.'

Everyone expected the Japanese imperium would light by the end of 1942, and program were already being prepared for the naval division of the home islands. Germany declared disinterest in the issue, as did USSR ; though both had supplies special engineering and resources to Japan in secret to rise the war-ending means…

Three long and blooming years of prolonged struggle resulted in Yamamoto bringing victory for the imperium of Nihon ; seven decisive naval and land engagements ended in japan's favor, with the final examination treaties ending the war leaving Japan in self-will of Indo-China, portions of Republic of India and Ceylon, and most of the Pacific. Though the Philippine's were restored to America after they were to be declared ‘ neutral territory.'

Many historians have learned that the peace was wrought with an unvoiced threat from Japanese Islands to let loose the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their net military victory - the atomic bomb. In a buck private diplomatic cable television to the leaders of America, England and French Republic, Emperor Hirohito stated if the menage islands were attacked, the new ‘ super turkey'would be used in retaliation upon the offending allied nation.

In due time the Winter War will occur into history, but it will not be forgotten as the time when a popular res publica dared to do the impossible and within that war, the natural action of Nikkei and Stephen changed the universe forever. Thus comes to a ending the fable of the coke Fox.


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