23 August, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a motility that has shocked the political world at large ; the governments of Germany and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have concluded and signed a pact of mutual non-aggression. The turn statements of many human race leaders has ranged across the spectrum, from ace of rejoicing that the aspect of another large war in Europe has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more information or are involved in a series of ‘ intense give-and-take'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( headline )

Ladies and valet de chambre today it is my sad duty to annunciate that war has returned to the continent of Europe as on this day the gird forces of FRG have invaded western Poland. Heavy fighting is reported by all English, with Germany announcing ‘ deep, massive and sweeping penetration'by its armed force out. Allegedly the Polish army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers and the governing has fled the Carry Amelia Moore Nation for asylum in Romania. Unofficial accounts from tuner operators in Republic of Poland speak of keep on immunity that is ‘ stout, hard and determined'in the face of the unprovoked aggression of Germany.

Many existence leader have strongly denounced this aggression on the percentage of the government of Germany, with France, Britain and the United body politic of America demanding that the armies of Federal Republic of Germany cease all hostilities at once. This is to be followed by withdrawal to the archetype edge, while an external mediation via the League of body politic occurs to nail down the matter of belligerency between the respective governments.

No comment has been relayed from the High German government.


3 September, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

On this day the crisis in Common Market has grown exponentially, with the governments of France and United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland officially declaring war upon the government of Federal Republic of Germany for the invasion of Poland. Contacts within the respective military and governance departments tell that armed intervention in Polska, and the direct territorial invasion of Germany ‘ shall fall out within a hand enumeration of Clarence Shepard Day Jr., or at most, before the next two hebdomad are over.'

The fighting continues on, with the government of FRG reporting to a greater extent and more territory gained with each passing time of day, while Polish reservoir report the main thrust of the High German Blitzkrieg has been blunted, but that the nations casualty have been high. The annunciation of the declaration of war by France and Britain has brought renewed Leslie Townes Hope for the circumvent Carry Nation.


17 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a move of blatant opportunism and hostility the armies of the uniting of Soviet Socialist democracy have invaded eastern Poland. The illustration of the USSR declared that the motility is to ensure that law and order and stability are maintained in the face of the sodding flop of the Polish political science. Within hours the motion had been condemned by most members of the League of Nations…


5 October, 1939 ( headline )

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

Unconfirmed reports mention that functionary from Finland have been invited to Moscow for ‘ discussions of a most particular nature concerning the mutual Defense of both countries.'One erstwhile high-ranking military officer explained that usually means ‘ Russian capital makes the threats and Finland will make concessions, or there shall be war in the end…'


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trench in the halls of STAVKA, Supreme Headquarters for the armed forces of the Soviet Union, the assembled leadership stand at attention as the lone man walked calmly in the threshold and silently proceeded to the pass of the retentive, map-covered mesa.

His every footfall echoed like thunder across the elbow room, and heightened the midst tension that was further magnified by his halo of office, authority, ruthlessness and determination. He reveled in the fear that radiated from all of those present, for all knew with a simple gesture, a nod, or one spoken word, he could make or crack any or all of their life history, send them to the gulag for biography, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his seat he motioned for all to sit and began to explicate the matters at hand."Comrades, the subjugation of Poland and the annexation of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia are nearing completion. The ancient territories of our great Rodinia are nearly over, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous offer to them, the lackeys of the Imperialist Rebecca West, especially those of Great Britain, who ‘ govern'in Finland, have slapped aside the hand of Communist generosity."

"Comrades, as of now I am instructing all of you to enact the plan we have prepared for such an eventuality,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his fist as his eyes, cold and greyish, blazed with madness and rage at the governing who has defied him since he was forced to sign the 1921 Treaty of Tartu forced upon the peaceful people of the Soviet Union by the decrepit and Imperialist-led League of Nations.

"comrade, explain to me again every item of the plans as they exist at this meter, do not provide out one detail,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, members of the reverence res publica security department apparatus, to take in for the first of all hint of defeatism, hesitation or anything that may be construed as treason. For those so suspected the resolution would be publically declared ‘ a serenity and well make retirement'…

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

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

For nearly twenty long time he had fumed over the humiliation Finland and her Imperialist backers had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will feature his retaliation and have the proper land of the Old Russian czar's restored to the country of origin, under right commie counselling of course.

He listened as the details were explained over several minute, with only one small gain proposed to ensure there will be no doubt as to ‘ Finnish aggressiveness'being the effort of the coming intrusion."Make it so,"said Joseph Stalin.


31 October, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Today before the assembly of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign government minister Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov, for the first off meter in public announced the terms ‘ requested'of the government of Finland to ‘ ensure the defenses of the peaceful the great unwashed of the jointure of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ requests,'a polite term for what most multitude in the democratic land of the world will call ‘ requirement at the full point of a gun'were for land to be leased for 30 years, or transferred directly into the hands of the USSR while the government of Finland would get in getting even terra firma that is devoid and worthless. German Chancellor Adolph Hitler has called upon the the great unwashed of Finland and their leaders to accept the terms peacefully while clip remains for them to do so…

Needless to say, the substance of ‘ while time remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased tenseness in a Continent already at war between the Allies and the Axis powers.


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

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

memory of that fierce time played across his judgement as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its perfect design and balance, custom-made as a birthday present tense to one especial to him, will take a leak her one of the bully of huntsman ever to stalk biz in the woods. The new range mounted to it was commissioned by a supporter of his, whose design were a generation or More ahead of their time.

Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to make headway the final feel of how politic it will play when metre was of the essence - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner. No flaw could be found, no blemish, no fault in his greatest creation of all the firearms he has handcrafted in his life as an armorer, soldier, hunter and…dealer in trade good and stuff best leftfield unexplained and preferably never found by factor of the law.

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

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

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

All too soon Stephen would add up to understand the prophetic tint of his words. For that rifle will be wielded by one to get a legend…


24 November, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Tensions continue to build between the government of Suomi and the USSR as two counter proposals were made to find an honorable solution to the demands of Moscow. Both marriage offer were summarily rejected as being completely insufferable on the premise they would depart the USSR completely vulnerable in the area of Leningrad.

All diplomatic association between Finland and the USSR have been severed by the departure of the Finnish party after being ordered nursing home to Finnish capital for ‘ consultations.'


26 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Unconfirmed report coming from the party news show services of the USSR have declared a ‘ surprise and dastardly attack on Russian district has occurred by unit of measurement of the Fascist government of Finland upon instructions by their lord, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign Minister Molotov has condemned this ‘ massacre of Russian youth and devastation of much Russian history in the moulding village of Mainila…

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"My fellow comrades,"declared the legendary ‘ man of steel,'premier Stalin to the Soviet highschool program line who stood at attention before the table where he sat."Negotiations have fallen through with the fascist government of Finland, and now we have this unprovoked assault upon our mother country. As per program already prepared for such an occurrence, the orders are henceforth given to you and your troops…just before dawn on 30 November the great regular army of the pairing of Soviet Socialist republic shall overrun Suomi and liberate her oppressed hatful who cry for exemption under a right communist government."

His anger flared hot in his eyes and iron-cold in his words as he slammed his hand on the hard mesa,"I will be very top in this matter. Failure will not be tolerated ; the flimsy sign of incompetency, cowardly action and treason against the party or the country will mean succinct execution by the NKVD. All orders and plan made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

Needless to say everyone got the message.

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

Soon enough the disgrace inflicted upon him by Finland so long ago will be avenged, a dark-skinned fleck on his tearing repute. Everyone lay out knew that the Holy Scripture he spoke of flunk negotiations were mere window dressing, for the might of four Russian US Army corporation was in place at key crossing points along the Finland - Russian border.

Invasion had been inevitable for some clip, and the Fin's would pay for their obstinacy in fire and rakehell.



30 Nov 1939 rear-area of Russian ninth Army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the boundary line neighborhood from the wooded ridge just shy of the Finnish-Russian border. The small village, little more than a village not even worthy of a home run on any functionary map, showed at the limits of his binoculars, just one more than minor obstacle for the grand sacking of Finland that will be erased in a few more minutes.

He turned to the regimental commanding officer who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his terminal instructions in the expectant crusade that is to commence. Each monastic order was repeated back in precise particular to him and to the division's chief commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( State Department surety ). All of the officers knew that one misstep, one unsuccessful person, one infraction, or the show of any of the said, can become reason for succinct execution by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glance at the freshly turned earth that marked thirty Robert Graves of fellow policeman who were shot an hr ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting spirit for the causa of the state.'

"Comrades,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered ship's officer,"our variance has been granted the honor of spearheading the crusade in the liberation of our commie buddy from the fascists who currently rule Suomi. As you know, less than 72 minute ago, our sovereign stain was violated in a delimitation clash designed to chivvy the world's sympathy for the bandit drawing card of Republic of Finland and thus wrench them against our honest leader Comrade Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and Forth River around the officers, as one would expect of a rancher or farmer inspecting his pry collection of cows and wind before sending them to market. He went on with his voice communication,"Comrades, each of us will execute our component part to perfection, and we will hold radio set silence as per regular army headquarters orders until instruct 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 bridge player,"amphetamine, shock and unrelenting imperativeness, this is how we shall split this section of the front strain wide-cut open and progression ever onward. All prisoners taken are to be sent to our comrades of State security unless directed, as per social club signed by Prime Minister brother Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by monastic order of Major-General Commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled graves to one side of the assemble policeman,"Understand, there is to be no retreat or surrender,"his interpreter deepened as his madness mounted,"those who do so are guilty of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these traitors to the DoS have been dealt with."

"Now return to your regiments and get ready to cross the border as per plan,"he watched the policeman salute and flee for their staff vehicle like a terrified assemblage of rabbits in the muckle of a band of hawk on the hunt.

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Stephen had just crested the low hills summit when he heard the first thundering of artillery unleashed from across the border. He watched in revulsion as gust after crushing blast of cannon shield and rockets landed around the crossroads of Summers Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's birthday company is taking place, a day of joy and felicity as his homeland neared war that no one wanted to feature happen.

Sadly, as the clouds of hummer and churned earth merged with the vociferation and sidesplitter of his family and friends, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped present he had spent so many months crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the weeping flow down his boldness as he watched his creation taken from him for the second fourth dimension in his lifespan by warfare.


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Her human race spun in a fog of pain and dizziness as she struggled to open her eyes. The blue crackle of a fire flooded her ears and the mixture of cooking center, burning wood and other scent assaulted her mother wit of look with overwhelming force play. She struggled to rise, slowly lifting herself onto her cubitus and then falling back to the soil still enshrouded by the thick cover someone had put over her while she was unconscious.

A figure leaned down following to her and handed her a cup of low temperature water that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its chilled stock into her parched mouth and throat.

"Easy Nikkei, well-to-do there take away your metre,"Sir Leslie Stephen said as he helped her sit up. He checked the large contusion she had on her os frontale and chuckled as she swatted at him when he touched one sore spot after another."You will be fine Nikkei ; at the least I still have my granddaughter with me."

"Grandpa what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his last Son he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mama and papa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the expression that showed upon his face, understanding at hold out what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandfather, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his arms as he drew her close. She broke down completely, the son of a bitch coming hard and fasting for the loss of her stallion kinsperson."Why grandfather, why did this let 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 do it, having followed the intense negotiations between the Finnish-Soviet governments. Each day the Russia had become more and more demanding in the concessions it sought, making it enlighten with none-too-subtle threats and gestures that war would be the result save for complete and unconditioned surrender of all territorial reserve demand made…a Ernst Boris Chain of need that Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like most in the hamlet, had hoped for common sentiency and peace treaty to come about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth birthday offered a time to celebrate and for the community to blank out about the outdoors populace for a unforesightful time…then the bombardment arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every building in the area.

Only Nikkei survived due to her having been flung like a ragdoll into an irrigation ditch. Stephen had found her half frozen and brought her to one of the pocket-size cabins in the wooded hills he called home, hoping to figure out how to get her to safety when she could go again.

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

He looked into her pain-filled eyes, glad for something to distract her even for a shortstop prison term from the crushing loss of all that she had known."This is my birthday gift for you Nikkei, just as I promised to gain last year, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Sir Leslie Stephen untied the pile and removed a rifle scabbard from beneath the canvas. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a queer of some forgotten domain worthy of a rare and wanted talent from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the soft leather covered in blanched fur. The rifles gunstock, made of finely lacquered wood carved in elaborate effigy of her search in the deep woodwind instrument spoke of Stephens's accomplishment as a captain gun maker and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it justify of the scabbard and examined it for some prison term, feeling the precise balance and descriptor that already felt a instinctive wing of her. The telescopic lot glistened in the balmy firelight, and she spotted the signature of an old booster of her grandad, a man who made masterwork optics superior to level the finest made in Germany.

Two terrific treasures for her birthday ; such a prize of rich she felt vile of possessing let alone being able to apply in her hands.

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

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

"I wish Mama and papa could have seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the accuracy slammed home hard in her fondness. Her class is gone forever, as are her champion, all save for Stephen. Something deeply in her soul snapped, flooding her with a fiery resolve that consumed her in an minute. The beasts who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"grandad, where are the freak who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her voice filled with anger and rage none could have dreamed existed. None save for Stephen who had long recognized the same traits in her that he had, and realise nothing will hold her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no matter if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his oral sex, recalling the metre back in the conflict of 1918 when Finland won its Independence from the tsar's of Soviet Russia, and the times of trouble which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a time he fought as a enthusiast behind the personal line of credit, becoming such a scourge on his foe that they called him ‘ Ghost Bear.'

"And so history will repeat itself…"he whispered. That drew a rummy aspect from Nikkei who still waited for his answer.

"Nikkei we are going to get you to safety and then I and some booster will set about to fight these monsters, 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 storm out of the small cabin to go it alone."God above, she is more like me than even her mommy could have figured…"

"Nikkei hold on there,"he grabbed her as she began to collapse to the storey, still woozy from the gust to her head."mulct then, I have a few thing to get ready for our James Henry Leigh Hunt, we will be enthusiast then here in our domain of the woods and J. J. Hill ; one matter emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those lusus naturae out of our homeland."

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


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Stephen headed off into the woods, making liaison with some old ally who dealt in matter best left unmentioned in the front of the confidence. They had prepared for the hazard of war coming, establishing caches of weapons system and other gear around the area for a lot of partizan to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ Ghost Bear'will enter into war and arrive at his foeman pay for their law-breaking in blood.

He continued on into the Ellen Price Wood, seeking a place where his personal stash of ‘ peculiar goodness'waited retrieval.

As the destination came into stack, little more than a cluster of rocks and shrubs covering a small cavern in their profoundness he reached into his pelage and rested his hand upon the hilt of his hunting knife. The faintest scent of cigar tobacco plant filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing second, soon to be joined with the soft crunch - crunching of several pair of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby shrub and trees, concealing himself so as to appear as little more than another small clump of rock'n'roll at the base of a mighty northerly pine as the multitude who followed him closed in, step by footfall, and into hitting distance of his ambush…

Lightning fast he slammed his elbow into the gut of the man who had snuck up behind him, following up with a fist to his foe throat, as he grabbed the man by his coating and dragged him to the reason. Stephen pulled out his knife to deliver the death blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

chieftain Robinson of the Finnish United States Army grinned and looked at Stephen,"You have not lost any of the skill you taught all of us those eld ago Colonel Sir Leslie Stephen. Now if you don't judgement, let me up and I will signal my men not to try and blast you…"

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

"Stephen is it then,"began Robinson,"we're here to scout and harass the advancing soviet Army as it heads up the road. someone has to stick around behind and become partisans, though from the smiling on your typeface I assume you already have begun that task ?"

"In a mode of speech production,"Stephen filled in his old student and friend in on his architectural plan."Right now I am off to adjoin others in the area who will watch and strike as they can. Even in our self-governing ways, we can work together and cook the Russians aliveness a support hell."

Ray Robinson nodded as he caught the subtle usance of ‘ we'in his last condemnation, telling of another who will hunt the Russians with Stephen.

"carnival enough Sir Leslie Stephen,"Sugar Ray 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 mysterious hunter be called ?"

Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Ray Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Snow Fox, for we will prove the genuine cunning us Fins have when on our home priming. Now I have to get a few other things done and ‘ acquired'then the search will begin."

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


3 December 1939 near nominal head line of Russian 163rd infantry Division


Major Chief Joseph stood by the armored staff car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his compass. His victor in the NKVD ( United States Department of State Security ) had made his instructions painfully light up ; keep a shut down eye on the natural process of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his driver, messenger and personal bodyguard out in the battleground. loser in any way will result in summary execution.

Over a dozen more soldiers, Thomas Young police lieutenant and maitre d'hotel, stood around or waited in their own staff machine for instructions from the superior general. Almost all of them gazed from time to sentence to the advancing line of trucks, tanks and tank-riding infantry that snaked its way along the unmarried road ever deeper into Finland. The distant ground-shaking hollering of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than setting dissonance in the quartern day of their lightning fasting ( kind of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood high upon the hood of his car as he scanned the view with his very well binoculars, a gift from his granddad many long eld past. His frustration mounted by the bit at the stubbornness of the Finnish defenders who have defied his ability to smash through them for the last three days. Three days and his section were barely twenty international nautical mile across the borderline.

"Speed, speed and ever more upper. That is how we win this war, speed, shock and uncompromising aggressiveness against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."master Craigson, insure that all regimental and low-toned commanders understand the orders. grim pressure, there will be no more take out or moving early than at the enemy ahead. Any failures and I will personally shoot the police officer myself if need be."

The captain repeated back his teaching, saluted and retreated to his staff car, which tore off down the road with due haste to ensure the substance was received and duly carried out.

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his division slowly crawl down the road."The Finnish ass-kisser's of the Imperialist West and Capitalists will learn what it means to dare the Soviet coupling. We will claim back what is rightfully ours since long before the Revolution began. They wanted war, so now they shall bear it and we will rebuild their lodge into a true Communist province as it should be."

His mood suddenly brightened at the sight of a of a bombardment of truck-mounted rocket salad launchers and two assault and battery of weapon moved off the road and began to set up for firing at targets located by his scouts. So much firepower being gear up meant that at least a battalion or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to make a desperate last stand against his armor and infantry tearing ever mysterious into their homeland.

The sound of a motorbike informed him that a courier had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his bike, handed his bill to Captain Dima who double-timed it to the general. When he read the eminence, Major-General Bogdan felt his blood line boil as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another motorbike mounted courier to move forward and tell his divisional headquarters to advertise his three atomic number 82 regiments forward with all speed or cheek execution at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute radio secretiveness'that came from his Superior at army HQ's 50 or more statute mile behind his division."Damn them for their defiance to the needs of the fatherland !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the direction of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another senior officer smiled at the absolute furore of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this officer smiled, all the attendant officer of the general cringed, instantly coming to tending and saluting, if only to save their own lives, not knowing Death stalked all of them from another position…



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"Say what you will that one has a bit of a disposition problem,"Sir Leslie Stephen said as he eased the binoculars down from his oculus. Clad in solid-white winter clothing his center shifted across the horizon and then across the land before him. Even the fragile movement drew his attention as he quickly dismissed it as the hint, an creature or a Russian Soldier moving around on some mission or another.

He watched a second officer, probably the NKVD similitude of the officer who stood atop his cable car cap, saunter with pure hauteur and gall becoming of a commissar of luxuriously social station over to the vehicle and upgrade upon the hood as well. The remaining officers stood at a respectable distance, all save for the officeholder's driver who looked and moved like a little terrier determined to protect its sea captain from a pack of ravenous wolves.


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"Yes comrade they do experience it coming for their defiance to the pauperization of the country of origin,"said John Roy Major superior general Vitaly, Political Commissar for the division of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite parole coming of some immunity run into by your lead elements."

"Comrade Commissar it is salutary to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his Comrade the best salute he could carry off."We are pushing hard for our day objective and I have ordered the men to promote all the harder. There is some account resistivity, yet we shall push knockout than before and shatter them completely. In short club any prisoners will be in your hand, as they should be, and we shall be one stride closer to flying the flag of International Communism high over this land of defiant banditti."


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To Sir Leslie Stephen left, slightly higher up upon the craggy mint of stone and shrub among the expectant pine timberland a pair of bluish center stared at the officers through the scope of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the background and made some minute adjustments, allowing her to deal with the range, wind and other variables to place her dead reckoning right on target when the moment arrived.

Both ship's officer on the railroad car hood turned to watching the horizon through their binoculars.

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

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

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


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the sullen artillery sounded off, the tatty holloa of the howitzers merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha roquette tearing off from their truck-mounted launchers. He shook his fist in joy, imagining the carnage beginning to fall on the hapless Finland USA regulars'just km ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the side of his fountainhead, left arm and chest.


He turned in clock time to see the trunk of Major-General Vitaly collapse to the ground with all of the grace of a butchered boar. The slew of the gaping wound left from the heater 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 Joseph leapt upon the railcar hood and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The fastball meant for the oecumenical took the man in the back, severed his spur and ruptured his heart, dead before he and the ecumenical plummeted to the ground, sheltered by the armor car from the snipers fire.

Pandemonium reigned in the generals whole as some of the men ran to aid Major-General Bogdan and the fallen political commissar and Major Chief Joseph. The rest dove for the nearest cover they could regain and returned flaming with shooting iron, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper emplacement as the line of business ordnance continued to thunder away and have it nearly impossible for one man to hear another even close down up.

With mechanical efficiency, one ship's officer after another flopped to the priming coat, a single red injury found in their lacerated throat or skulls. In less than two minutes, as the artillery fell silent once again and their crowd commenced preparations to move on down the route, xiii men lay dead on ground, while the survivors huddled in the protective dark of cover, not daring to impress or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer carnage wrecked by some unknown foes in such a short span of time. It was over a 30 minutes before he regained his equanimity and shouted out rescript to make a motion the unit to his divisions headquarters and even longer to notify United States Army Headquarters of the loss of Major-General Vitaly.

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"cum Nikkei its metre to leave and quickly,"Sir Leslie Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the net of many ‘ gifts'he had set out earlier to further punish the Russians when they came to enquire the area. As he considered the carnage to come from his ‘ endowment,'Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the woods little more than twin specter headed to one of many temporary protection they will occur to use in the hebdomad and months ahead.


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The sight of the snaking trail of tanks, motortruck, artillery and infantry which pushed ever deeper into his homeland sickened Captain Robinson. He wondered how much of a fortune his Nation honestly had to halt this persistent mass 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 military unit of foot began to tuck under the enraged rules of order of officers watched by stern-eyed NKVD political commissar. Some of the officers, led by a Commissar John Roy Major, examined one area of ground and the bodies left behind after some kind of ambuscade had occurred.

A quick numeration of the infantry told him that he and his men faced a reenforce company of Russian soldiers, who began to open out. Some marched unto a small crag of stone and shrub while the remainder headed towards Sugar Ray Robinson and his men at a bracing walk. He could see that the member of this second dance band were hesitant and on edge, though their care of the commissar outweighed any risk from the timber ahead of them.


Captain Robinson and his handful of men dropped down under blanket as a small explosion erupted from that rocky crag, felling over a twelve Russian soldiers. Chaos erupted as a second blast erupted, unleashing a wave of metal scraps, nails, and other projectiles that wounded a scotch and five of men. The surviving infantry began to fire at random into the Wood with rifles and sub-machineguns as fast as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the woods bound, only to have their ragged organisation shattered by a mountain chain of blasts triggered by hidden tripwires. tower of smoke and tossed dirt rose as men fell to the footing seeking cover, idle or dying.

"Now men, now, take them down while we can !"Captain Jack Roosevelt Robinson shouted to his men as the utter sentence for a improvise lying in wait had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four light motorcar torpedo which scythed across the Russian infantry, felling them one after another after another.

In less than a instant the battle was over and his men swarmed among the suddenly Russians to gather rifles, ammo and anything of Worth in the way of military machine intelligence they could find. Two minutes after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woods, where two hours and seven kilometers away the sea captain examined a set of orders to the NKVD Commissar Major to ‘ find and liquidate the banditti who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 other officers.'

"Fifteen military officer and they left behind a Ernst Boris Chain of dumbbell traps for their pursuers ?"Sergeant Jermaine, the adjutant of Captain Edwin Arlington Robinson, whistled softly and didder his head in skepticism."Who could possibly possess done that ?"

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

Captain Edwin Arlington Robinson watched the messenger ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. quiesce as the still air around them they departed, determined to watch over and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to make life as miserable for them as possible.


7-8 December, 1939 Sweden - alien manor house

Swedish peak Minister Hansson looked out the libraries window upon a land covered in snow and for a moment dreamed that the Earth was still at peace. He sighed, knowing that such a dream is finished for many a class to get since another great war has erupted.

turning back to his two other invitee he looked upon his old friend Ryti, Prime rector of Suomi and here on ‘ secret thing'for his nation."Will the footing be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

heyday rector Ryti looked at the third man in the room, a man of ruthless ambition and ill-concealed covetousness. No affair the absolute contempt he held for this man, Suomi needed the weapons and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the lesser of two evils to save his home."It will be acceptable, as per the terms we have agreed upon."

"Very good then,"the third man declared as he stood and adjusted his coat,"have the money transferred into my Swiss people accounts by the common means ; just to be clear, this meeting never happened and I will deny 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 language George Catlett Marshall Woody Herman Goring departed for his flight home.



7-8 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth army Corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little more than a renovated hut, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its last shaft of light of twinkle before departing below the horizon and allowing the Night to encompass the land in its hold. She put the blanket back into place, to keep even the slight firelight from escaping into the outdoors human beings. She looked to the cabin door and wondered when Stephen would be back from ‘ coming together with some admirer nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with big upkeep, determined to ensure that the weapon of her revenge was kept in perfect stipulation for the following trap set by Stephen and her. stair by step as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each constituent in bend, ensuring that not one molecule of crap, grit, or anything could jam or stop up it up at the instant when she would involve it most.

The minor receiving set Sir Leslie Stephen had somehow scram his hands upon whispered news of the extraneous world between the static-filled cries of the break of day borealis dancing command overhead. What news came from official informant among the Northern and European station painted a bleak time to come for her homeland, as four massive regular army mathematical group have crossed the mete from North to south, seeking to capture the entire nation.

To the south, on the Karelian Isthmus the Russians have pushed the Finnish regular army back to the Mannerheim line. A massive weapon bombardment, nearly two days in length if the paper are to be believed, preceded a massed infantry ravishment in the region of Taipale supported with regimental strength artillery, rocket-fire, aerial bombing and loudspeakers used to air calls for surrender of the Finnish US Army until they were shot apart by Finnish snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to get a line the tidings of the Suomi army had dug in deep, with well sighted artillery unit and artillery, and then ripped apart the Russians Assault. injured party from the carnage were estimated at 5000 dead Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 prisoner. Curiously she heard about the crushing defeat made against the Russian armor, some eighty tanks destroyed or disenable and captured.

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

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

Nikkei looked at the small ternary of bottles tied to her pack, each one prepared to render another deadly surprisal on any armored wildcat or vehicle when assailed during an surprise tone-beginning. Sir Leslie Stephen had been rather in question about the theme when she suggested it, but on the narrow secondary roads in the midst forest, five burned out trucks and a panoplied car testified to its simplistic and brute efficiency.

Once she had finished her care for the rifle she gently traced the newest marking burned into the wooden bloodline. Each scar was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in size, and representing a one kill she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her homeland. 24 petty George Fox, twenty-four kill, some of them the minibike messenger being used to transmit monastic order between Russian Headquarters.

The last messenger had turned out to be the most life-sustaining one to appointment. She and Stephen had been crossing one of the lower-ranking route during a promiscuous snowfall with her in the lead, and covering Sir Leslie Stephen after she reached the far side. No sooner had she prepared her plunder the courier came tearing around a bend dexter in the route. She had aimed and shot him down without a seconds hesitation, and thus gained both of them a usable motorbike and the vital trade good in the couriers satchel case.


Long into the nighttime Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any singular Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value military codes and communiqués, orders of battle and supply status - it detailed the low level of commissariat and ammo among the Russian US Army units in this orbit.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this poppycock to some ‘ supporter in high places'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some exceptional operating instructions : if he is not back by the first base ray of dawn the side by side day, or at the first sighting of a Russian, she is to flee at once and head for one of the six heap he described. Of course if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ trigger'the humble surprisal contained in the cabin for the stupid Russians.

Her sleep that Night was off-and-on and tormented by nightmares of unknown thing coming out of the mists she could not recall after being woken by a flight of Soviet Air Force submarine and fighter overhead. She took a efflorescence out the small-scale window facing to the east and hoped against Hope to see Stephen coming up the trail in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the hatful of four scotch Russian infantry advancing at a steady tempo towards the cabin.


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"living down and observe, no one make any haphazardness that may bring them down upon us,"Stephen whispered to the men who accompanied him. When Hannu, Kalevi, Joni and their partizan 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 meeting places and will hold off there for him.

beat by meter the soldiers advanced and spread out to circle the cabin under the iron-hard gaze of the units'commissar. If anyone remained inside the cabin there will be no chance for them to run, and the supply needed by the partisan will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her great coat, slipped on her ingroup and strip scabbard, and prayed as never before in her life as she struck a match and held it to the length of fuse-cord leading to Stephens slight surprise for the dissolute approach Russians.

Once the cord started to boo and burn off, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the humble ridgepole behind it and commenced a zigzag run for base hit. She used every feature of the terrain and forest to give her any cover, anything to keep her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a clump of Tree she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At least I didn't blank out 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, rescript or no rules of order from her gramps.

She moved as tacit as a ghost and with the grace of a cervid across the land. Her skill in doing so had been perfected over long years of hunting and practice with Sir Leslie Stephen, and on occasion when he travelled to earn a leverage or make a quite a little that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially individual connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the crest she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her pouch to ensure the extra cartridge were fix if she needed them. Meter by meter she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the top of the ridge, propped herself up on her elbows and gazed upon the Russians below who had just arrived at the old cabin.

She softly cursed at the fact of Stephen surprise for the Russians had not yet gone off, and wondered what had gone wrongfulness 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 protection of the tree as he reloaded his Suomi KP-31 sub-machinegun, and sent out a barrage of curses and affront so blasphemous the Land should ingest melted away. A bullet tore a chunk out of the tree mere centimetre from his face as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Thomson and fired off short circuit outburst into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

Moments before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into position to ingest down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though hazardous, they have to attain at their enemy, the provision cached away beneath the cabins floorboard are needed by the topical anesthetic enthusiast forces.

Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni, along with a dozen former partisans stayed back to secure their escape route if the battle turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden reaching of two Russian infantry companies, roughly 300 men total. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the cover of the trees and to fire on the advancing forces.

Roughly forty or to a greater extent Russians fell to the foremost barrage of small arms fervour as two light political machine gunman scythed across them like a harvester in a straw field. hand grenades added to the carnage being wrought as clap after flesh-rending fire shattered the Pb Russians morale, sending them howling back down the trail…

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

needle to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to turn around and accept their chances with the Finnish partisans.

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

In a stir of motion Stephen cut down one Russian soldier after another as he moved among them, each of his Lahti pistols becoming an extension of him. One shot, one kill, the same convention delivered with calm precision. A cluster of Russian solders charged at him from the Grant Wood as he calmly reloaded his pistols, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest of demise on his foes.

Despite his powerful exploit, the battle turned against the partisans.

measure by metre they had to ease up ground, pushed back by the sheer exercising weight of numbers that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their enemy kept on coming out of the Ellen Price Wood, an unending shower of wild enemy determined to stomp out their tormenters, even as the drained mounted in lot upon fallen heap of tattered flesh and bone.


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

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to safety, and that his sins of being a moon curser of arms and other semi-illegal trade good could be forgiven when he stood before the judgment potty 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 leash of police officer ran around and shouted orders at their men to hasten off to join the battle down the trail. None of the soldiers seemed will to manoeuvre that way, having come to prise and fear the acquirement of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weight of phone number on their side could the police officer make them pack the start step back down the trail.

One officer, a commissar if she understood his rank correctly, argued with the former two, who appeared to be political commissar as well, about the indigence to seize the cabin and any supplying that remained within it. After that, they could then go and join their associate in the hotness of battle.

Having decided enough is enough she raised her rifle, braced the stock against her shoulder and aimed at the talky commissar. The counter of her rifle was smothered by the intense gunshot from the woodwind, but she saw the commissar plummet to the ground, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The other commissars looked at their fallen comrade with wide-eyed expressions of reverence and shock in equal bill. Within five minute both of them joined their comrade on the ground, absolutely before they hit the earth.

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

Some fled into the woods, determined to require their chances with the remaining commissar than face the lethal sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the last-place entered the woods, a enraged cascade of gunfire cut them down as someone unknown to Nikkei had arrived…

thirty Russians sought shelter nates or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the doorway with a string of nemesis. They began to fire away with precise crack from rifle, handgun or their own sub-machineguns at the enemy in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a powder magazine from her sac, freed the empty one from her rifle and slid the new one family. She chambered a circle and looked down to see which one of the Russians will be her showtime victim….

Of course that happened to be the instant Stephen ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, several pin of dynamite secured to over 30 jerry-cans filled with gas concealed under and around the cabin. The blast reaped a massive harvest of death, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

eve Nikkei, partly shielded by the peak of the ridgeline, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her gear mechanism rolled downhill until a surd tree diagram assisted in stopping her. Clutching her spite foreland with one hand, her rifle in the other, she cursed and charged back to the top of the rooftree to see what else was going on…


She spotted the few remaining partisans down the track fighting to bear the Russians at the edge of the woods, and hump if they were forced fully into the clearing behind them they would fall to the hold out man. The clattering of gunfire to her right indicated more drumbeater were even now engaged in a second decease struggle against some former band of Russian troops.

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

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


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Stephen grinned like a banshie tearing across the moor as the thundering retort from the detonated ‘ natural endowment'in the cabin carried out to the horizon. He knew then and there Nikkei had fled the cabin and even now was on her way to safety device.

He dropped to one knee, partially concealed by a large rock, and commenced to send away both pistols at the howling Russians that charged out of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood. His force out of partisans was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their enemy whom they knew would show up no mercy…the sudden gunshot deeper in the woods indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a magnanimous Russian party with their men, and told him they confronted a reward battalion or a full regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Sir Leslie Stephen howled as his pistols emptied and drew out his hunting knife and pounced upon the nearest Russian, ending his lifetime in one Dean Swift virgule. His elbow slammed into the future soldier coming up behind him, followed by a knife thrusting to the gut ; then three more Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and center showing that they did not specify to call for him as a prisoner.

"semen on you bastard dogs !"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, bushed before he hit the ground. The two others turned and fled, discarding their rifles, only to perish in bit as a precisely placed punch intercepted their skulls.

He watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as one Russian soldier after another died as they turned to fly or picture themselves for a moment from any cover they could find.

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

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


Within three minutes a lot of heavily armed men accompanied by the partisan emerged out of the woods and met with Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni.

"Stephen we keep encounter in the craziest of plaza,"Captain Robinson said to his old mentor,"for once I'm glad I could recall the favor of you saving my shadower on our hunting trip-up. Though it looks like your battle went well enough given how badly your partisan were outnumbered…"

Sir Leslie Stephen ignored him as the butcher bank bill was delivered by Joni after determining the net tally of the conflict : twenty survivors with six of them injured, 37 dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond count at this peak.

Sir Leslie Stephen ordered his men to take whatever arms, ammo or provision they needed from the Russians and to gather the torso of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten minutes for this to be done before they would leave and travel concentrated across the lead in the ancient woods.

"Joni, you take the leash and get the men to guard. 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 discussion on to the others about what happened here,"Stephen told his old friend.

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

Sir Leslie Stephen, Joni and Sugar Ray Robinson turned to the sound of a soldier shouting out an purchase order that instantly ended in a wail of pain and mewling of a newborn kitten. They watched a young noblewoman, rifle still in helping hand, calmly walk over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to find out some manners before grabbing a gentlewoman that way.'

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

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

Joni just chuckled and shook his head,"The full story is Stephen to secern, but you have seen the handicraft of the coke Fox first hand."He pointed to the many fallen Russians taken down by Nikkei."Oh and your man who dared to seize her should be alright, his chestnut tree will be delicately 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 ordination."I was waiting for the Russians to exit and then…boom !"she motioned with her mitt, pantomiming an detonation while a shamefaced grin grew on her face.

"Oh and then I spotted the Russians running in your counsel after I took down those three political commissar idiots that tried to parliamentary law their troops around like bowelless short terriers,"she said as Sir Leslie Stephen and her join Robinson and Joni.


"3 commissars, she took down three of the Russian commissars ?"Robinson asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the go down commissar hats over to him, rich test copy of her title.

"Three political commissar from a total of thirty Russians I took down. Though the political commissar are a waste of a skilful bullet, in force to just toss a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and police captain Walker Smith just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not lambaste yourself of a killing, after all you took down that divisional commissar a few daylight back…"he looked at sea captain Edward G. Robinson and nodded to the man's wordless inquiry."Yes she took down that Major-General your intelligence activity generator declared drained, now my beloved granddaughter has thirty more foxes to add to her list…"

police captain Edward G. Robinson was handed a message written by his radio operator Corporal Hanki. It was orders from the highschool statement for the Suomi army. He just shook his nous in disbelief as to what it stated the evidence in absolutely Russians mute testimony to the belated intelligence sent to him and the partisans…

…to all units detached on partizan activities and loyalist forces engaged within the area of Ninth Red army corp. Reliable intelligence has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd foot part has been sent back from the front contrast to assure the master Russian supply road and to conduct anti-partisan patrols and sweeps. repeat, to all units…

"well it appears this o.k. piece of music of intelligence has come, as they say, too trivial and too late for our want, as has become the formula anymore,"said Captain Robinson as he showed the message to Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a source of breathing in for the troops of the front line, just like Sir Leslie Stephen, when word of what all the partisans accomplished here this day."Captain Robert Robinson clasped her workforce in his and gave them firm'shake of thanks.

"Stephen we need to get going,"maitre d'hotel Robinson said a moment later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some subsister may make it to a nearby outpost or garrison and bring down yet more trouble on our nous. We can not sustain a back fight such as that."

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

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

"Before we section let me impart you some instructions and advice on how to stop the Russian tanks…"Stephen filled Edward Goldenberg Robinson in on the tactics he and Nikkei had developed and the weakness on the armored beasts.

Captain Robinson looked at Nikkei with profound deference, which caused her to flush from head to toe from pure embarrassment. He turned back to Sir Leslie Stephen and thanked him, stating he will pass this news up the chain of command. With that the different groups departed and headed out on their own chosen paths.



10 December, 1939 Finland Supreme Command central office


The men stood around the table as they examined the updated function and compared them to the modish incoming reports and intelligence gathered from undercover agent, informants, wireless intercepts and the like. Couriers delivered their satchels of substance and asking while auxiliary for the military leaders gathered here stood silently by, prepared to resolve any head or handle any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the info told to him by his foot soldier, details from troop movements and battalion position to logistics and anticipated moves by the Russian invaders. He asked detail motion concerning the four invading Russian Army Corps - the one-seventh, eighth, ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the successes his soldiers had scored, particularly within the area of the Ninth and the barbarian defeat a band of partisan had inflicted just two daylight past.

He perked up at the mention of an old fable having returned to the theatre of operations of battle, the ghost Bear, and his new companion, a partisan leader known simply as the Snow Fox. One old hero and a new fighter bringing hope to the nation and inspiring the Finnish troops who received a monumental boost to their morale and fighting intent as news of the Russian licking spread with the force of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their feel they waited his instructions. They wanted to come upon back and run into back hard, to give up such a savage blow to the Russian bear that his belly laugh will be heard around the man for one C to come.

He tapped the map with his digit, outlining his architectural plan for that portion of the front facing the Russian one-ninth ground forces Corp. Each man took promissory note concerning his luck of the program, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterplay to come ; they acknowledged the odds to be long for any material success, yet it had to be done for the sake of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"Field marshal Mannerheim, air force officer of the Army of Finland, said to the one he has selected to head the counterattack,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd partition, you fly out this hour and begin trading operations 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to catch his plane and do his programme as the others returned to the maps and made other laborious choices in the on-going war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian Infantry class Headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his divisions headquarters a lone gunshot sent the guards scuttling inside on the double with weapons drawn. Once they determined that their commander was safe they returned to their office, save for the two who dragged the cadaver of Colonel Saddam, previous commanding officer of the put down 662nd infantry Regiment.

"man,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the officers around him as he calmly placed his smoke pistol on his desk,"Let the record book appearance that Colonel King Hussein has been found guilty by summary tribunal martial of treason and dereliction of duty and cowardice in the brass of the foe, not to mention instantaneously stupidity in the demeanour of field operations."

All officers save for the sadistic commissar of the air division shook as he gazed upon each one in turn,"He has been executed by rescript of STAVKA for his treason. All of you understand this, one failure, one piteous endeavor to apologise incompetency or betrayal and I will shoot you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a here and now later and headed to see to it the in vogue reports from the nominal head and to prepare design for the next attack upon the illogically stubborn fivesome. He should already have smashed their front pipeline, torn across the waist of Finland and bisected this fascistic body politic. His madness became apparent when he slammed his fist on a expectant table that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out orders to sputter from his chair in a desperate bid to quell alive.

walking into the map room he howled for one of his aides to attend, and once the captain appeared, began to rattle off the orders for the day concerning attack path and time, logistics and gun fervency architectural plan. Of course, with so few personnel left to him, especially after the 662nd Infantry Regiment was slaughtered, the planning did not consume too practically time.

The only thing that really bothered him is report from the Finnish radio which spoke of the legendary man called the"Ghost Bear'is combat-ready in the region. His social unit in the revolutionary war in which Republic of Finland broke itself free from the country of origin of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, aided by the fascist Imperialists of the decadent western lands, had faced the man and his partisan.

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

A messenger arrived at his English and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, commanding officer of the 44th Infantry Division will be arriving on the eventide of 15 Dec to ‘ talk about the current topic of the front lines.'

"Tell the Major-General I will be glad to discuss the rationality he has been cooling his heels for a hebdomad when he and his class is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and prepare a seat for him to stay as well in the policeman rooms on the hotels top floor."


15-16 December, 1939 Rear-area Russian ninth army Corp

Sergeant Osip slowed his minibike 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 ‘ official political party coffee'( which he knew meant fine Vodka ) in the former.

Once the bike stopped he turned off the motor and placed it next to the checkpoints wooden social organisation, little more than a small, hastily built shack with a orbit telephone set for ‘ emergency use only'by aged policeman or the revere NVKD. This accomplished he moved to stand before the checkpoints officer, an old, ragged and weather worn lieutenant he did not be intimate but figured must be an NVKD political commissar or security measure official.

"police lieutenant,"Osip said as he stood at aid and saluted,"I am Sergeant Osip and on courier responsibility for the one-ninth Army Headquarters. Here are my orders and papers sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced lieutenant whose eyes showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am groom to point the satchel is still sealed upon your directions sir."

"Fine then Sergeant,"the lieutenant said not bothering to introduce himself, thus a sure enough sign he is NVKD."Come into the shack and we can do the inspection over some ‘ functionary company coffee bean'while you tell me all that is going on up at the military headquarters for the 163rd Division."


Over the next one-half hour Sergeant Osip enjoyed half a nursing bottle of the o.k. Russian vodka he knew to live, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd sectionalisation headquarters, but of all the Russian Ninth ground forces he had seen number one hand or even heard rumors about.

The police lieutenant gently challenged him on each degree, asking the same interrogative sentence from different Angle while he expressed doubts here and there about the veracity or dedication and dedication of sergeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified sergeant was consistent in every detail, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the courier's message satchel remained sealed with the decal of the one-ninth Armies senior commissar.

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

After disposing of the body deep in the Grant Wood next to the actual police lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"Sergeant"Stephen, wearing the topcoat and uniform of the courier, climbed onto the motorbike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his goodness to the 163rd divisions central office.


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quaternity minute later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd variance subject area home office. He learned of the desperate scrap they had undertaken when ordered by Army headquarters to retreat, the continuous harassment by Suomi enthusiast and habitue army forces on their supply billet, and more than detailed information that he intended for subsequently exploitation.

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

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

As he motored on down the spine trails and subaltern roads on his stolen motorbike, Stephen grinned as old memories returned concerning the final stage war. Compared to his beloved for hunting and handle making ( in illegal coat of arms and other goodness 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 ground forces corp

Within the sheltered depths of an old Harlan F. Stone and earth-covered star sign Nikkei listened to the receiving set and absorbed the in vogue newsworthiness of the war. The passion from the roaring flame in the open fireplace reminded her of better winter nights with her bushed family, and she was beaming to be justify for a metre of the cold winter night just outside the house.

Stephen had gone off ‘ to find out some contingent'that he understood from the message broadcast to zealot by the respective Suomi radio post. For the hundredth time since he left she looked down to the handgun at her side of meat, hoping she will not demand it if the Russians or former troublemakers discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her meal of a thick, rich, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale scratch with butter and jam she shook her head in mental rejection. The conference of country had tossed the Russia out of its ranks, and many of its member state spokesperson made great actor's line of aid and branch being prepared for lading from the many Scandinavian and European governments to Finland.

The day by day newsworthiness from Helsinki spoke of partisans under the leadership of the ‘ wraith bear'and ‘ nose candy Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd foot Regiment completely with minimal loss to the Finnish forcefulness involved in the battle…an exaggeration that irritated Nikkei due to the true number of old family friends and associated who were lost.

When she took another bowl wide of the stew from the tympanum simmering over the fire the latest news of the battle on the Mannerheim origin came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division Assault, and in a 40 hour pitched engagement were repulsed, less than 1200 Russians escaped from their force of 35000.

She and 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 tanks, disabling heavy weapon batteries that passed by and she took a perverse kind of delight in taking down the courier on their motorbikes…the number of them had been dropping off over the past week, evidence of her having culled the herd with ruthless efficiency.

inside information from the battle for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th Infantry Regiment of Finland had executed a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of daring assaults from three different management, isolated and destroyed key units of the Russian 163rd infantry Division. That unit, plus the 44th infantry segmentation were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Suomi US Army excelled at.

She grinned at the mention of Suomussalimi being back in Finnish hands. Then the newsworthiness wheel spoke of the Finnish U. S. Army and partisans ‘ using new and wonderful weapons'to deal with the Russian armour ; the very proficiency she and Stephen developed a few mean solar day ago - a nursing bottle of alcohol and gasoline with few other things mixed in to make it into a steamy gasoline gel, and then a gas or oil soaked rag that is tied to it and lit just before being tossed at the armoured combat vehicle.

Net result…one cooked tank, especially if you can hit the engine, internal fuel tank car, or the commonly mounted gun barrel of stockpile fuel mounted on the after deck.

Sir Leslie Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her bowling ball with a chunk of sugar. She watched him affect to the fire and fill up a bowling ball of swither and sit down next to her, his thick coat and hat showing clear star sign he had been involved in some variety of altercation earlier in the night.


He moved over to the yowl fire and stood before it to warm up up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ special visitant'will be passing through this arena in the side by side few solar day,"he said to her with a grin of pure wicked delight."The 163rd Division had been retreating through the 44th partitioning and the whole area is in accomplished chaos. Both divisional commandant are dead, having been at the 163rd's main office when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th Divisions store of provision trucks parked in a relatively unguarded laager. XXX minutes of careful work delivered outstanding resultant role, he had just finished crossing the lone span on the roadway when the integral railyard of ammo and provision-laden trucks went up in a chain of ball of fire from the little bombs he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So large was the pandemonium generated he was able to infiltrate the sentry go shack on his side of the bridge and gun trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day encase the Suomi army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused plenty topsy-turvyness and legal injury, a flight of Finnish Air military group airplane swept his face of the river route, damaging and destroying over sixty vehicles and damaged countless others.

Getting back to Nikkei took some time, longer than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'motorbike from a few now deceased courier helped out.

"It appears the Ninth US Army corp commander for the Russians is coming in person to inspect the reasons for the delays in ‘ conquering these decrepit crawler's of the Imperialist west,"he laughed and shook his head at such trumpery,"General Dashicev will be here in a few daytime and we have a fortune to ‘ greet'him in proper drumbeater style."Here he mimicked with his hand a pistol being fired off, the bullet delivered between the generals eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ special visitors'coming through this area in the future couple of twenty-four hour period,"Sir Leslie Stephen said to her with a wicked grin."I found out the 163rd division has been ordered to draw back and the 44th division is sitting on its haunches per orders of the NKVD. It appears that superior general Dashicev, loss leader of the one-ninth Army corp of the Russians will be making a tour of the front lines."

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

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

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a couple of week ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing grin."The other to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather efficient means to counterstrike our army. They never paid attention to the fact a ‘ Russian army courier'might deem it worth the time to train out the commanding officer of their respective class when the opportunity presented itself."

He showed her the collecting of written document, plan and other selective information he had taken from the now destroyed plain headquarters."I got this stuff and nonsense for our military unit before my ‘ gift'to the Russians went off…"

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the narrative. One thing she had come to do it of her grandfather is he had a fighting spirit that shone brave and reliable, and could be as ruthless as any murderer when upshot called for him to be. She wondered if in time, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will become the same way…

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

"Now that the bridge circuit is destroyed, the generals gone, and most of the 44th Divisions provision are no more, our slope will have a much easier fourth dimension disposing of them,"he clenched his fist and grinned while his cold eyes blazed with pure fury and delight at the impending victory for the Finnish violence in the area.

"Do you want a Russian Army corp General added to your putting to death or not ?"Stephen chuckled at the feral grin that grew on Nikkei's expression."effective, we will head out soon enough, but first I have something to use up care of…"

Nikkei watched him take away a small box-like packet from the tooshie of his backpack and chief for the threshold."Grandpa what are you doing ?"she asked, the concern hearable in her voice and seeable on her face.

"I'll be coming back shortly Nikkei,"he said and then became deadly unplayful,"emphatically this time follow my orders, at the first-class honours degree house of danger grab your appurtenance 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 group meeting places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to flee head for one of the six locations. The partisans already know to hold back and eye out for you if our travelling turn for the worse."


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captain Sugar Ray Robinson and his fistful of men moved with extreme point caution as they swept the meeting topographic point for any signaling of an ambush from Russian forcefulness. His men on the flanks indicated with hand signal no one was in the area. His soft, revolt curse seemed to echo across the wooded hills.

"Where in the public has Stephen gotten off to this time ?"Robinson declared. He nearly had a core attack as the strait of a side arm malleus being eased back into office filled his ears. The corporal next to him who still had a duration of cold steel placed under his jaw did not move an inch.

"You're getting waterlogged headwaiter 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 lastly half hour ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

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

Stephen pointed over his shoulder to where six Russian infantry lay drained."Like I said, you and your men are getting sloppy. Now let's get down to stage business as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd foot Divisions central office and got these written document,"he tossed Robinson a heavy satchel bag filled with vital information,"before my gift to them went off."

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

"I hope this information is as lively as Stephen thinks it is,"senior pilot Walker Smith said to himself.

He had no theme just how useful and life-sustaining it was to theater marshall Mannheim, whom gave off a vociferation of triumph that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 December, 1939 England

In the Charles Francis Hall of sevens men of power and agency sat, or stood, around the recollective prorogue discussing effect, ideas or examined the great wall-mounted map which dominated the room. At the pressure of a lone man, the sole one who dared to chomp away on his stylemark cigar, commenced to save their lot of the plan in concern to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding Scandinavian nations.

Many of the High Command, pastor and Parliamentarians looked at the cigar-chomping man with shock, surprise, disbelief and apprehension for one to purpose such an audacious dodge. They listened as he delivered his understanding for the plan, why it will come through if implemented in clip, and the greatest of gain towards thwarting Germany and its mighty war simple machine.

"valet,"Mr. Churchill declared while he thumped his fist on the table,"We must aid Finland with all the supplies, arms and ammo, planes, tanks and troops we can while denying the government of Germany the most vital resourcefulness they need. Iron ore, the ore supplied to them by Sverige and shipped via Norge ; we will solve both problem with one expedition…cut off the mines from Germany and have a full of life itinerary to move our relief forces on into Finland."

Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill concealed early, long scope architectural plan currently unfolding in Germany that may gain an unexpected harvest home in the weeks to come…especially one concerning chancellor Hitler…

Many in the Senior Command approved the initial outlay of the plan, and made a few passport here and there, seeking to rectify it into a workable outline. Even prime Minister Arthur Neville Chamberlain gave his loth approval after an all-encompassing debate on outside law and intervention of neutral and sovereign lands.

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

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the table to derive everyone's attention."Distinguished gentleman,"he began,"recall that we and France have been warned via the government of Switzerland that Germany will regard any mien of Allied troops within the borderline of Norge or Kingdom of Sweden as an attack upon mainland Germany itself and ensue in immediate retaliation."

"It appears there is an informal agreement between Sweden and Germany ; for our agent and contact are even now reporting that dispatch of pocket-sized arms, simple machine guns and twinkle carom, plus significant measure of ammo have even now crossed into the borders of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each point with a tang of one hand into the other."This appears to be done via orbit Marshal Goring, and with the backing of Chancellor Hitler. If we interfere with an intrusion of Norway and Sverige we will risk sundering the chain of supply going to Finland…lose that and Communist Russia will win by sheer weightiness of number."

Winston Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill looked upon the Minister of War with optic that blazed in righteous fury. Standing, he slammed his clenched fist on the board and locked gazes with his opponent."Understand this, the fate of Finland and of the free world are tied together as one ; here are my argument as to why the plan must go forth…"

The public debate raged long into the night and well into the next morning before the meeting came to a end ; nothing had been decided, to the disappointment of many.



18 Dec, 1939 Germany

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the news contained in the top secret story in his hands. He read it three more metre, examining each point and fact and supposal for the least sign of deception or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

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

The man closed the story and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the mating of Soviet Socialist Republics. He looked at his aide and gave off a rapid-fire chain of orderliness and sat back in his chair as the young captain ran off to foregather the officers so indicated.

Thirty minutes later Chancellor Adolph Der Fuhrer stood before his gathered staff in the group meeting way that adjoined his office. For over six hr the meeting continued, with Chancellor of the Exchequer Der Fuhrer demanding hard solvent from each man, preserve for marshall Hermann Wilhelm Goring, whom nodded at the unspoken interrogative concerning the confidential supply being sent to Republic of Finland via Sweden.

In due Holy Order a program began to emerge for the opportunity that lay open before them, one which grew not bad with each 60 minutes Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic bled on the snowy fields, Hill, and wood."Gentlemen,"Adolf Hitler said,"We have a golden opportunity that story and destiny gives to one people to vary the world every millennium ; the arms bought by Sweden will continue without interruption, and we shall increase our gift of military machine intelligence to Finland."

Chancellor Der Fuhrer walked over to the large wall map and rapped his fist hard on the border of Finland - Russia."That is where Russia and the communists will be bled Theodore Harold White, and here,"he slammed his clenched fist knockout lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The gathered men looked upon such a sheer and simple conception with equal measures of awe, jar and hunger, for indeed a golden chance - one filled with danger and extremum risk of exposure true - had arrived to turn in an deathly gust to their ancestral enemy.

"chancellor Adolf Hitler,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your approval we will lead off to do preparations."

Hitler nodded and then said to the departing officeholder 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 look out the window he never understood how prophetic those very parole happened to be…



20 Dec, 1939 rear-area of the Russian Ninth Army corp

Nikkei paused as she and Stephen neared the top of the 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 well-defined, another Russian courier on a motorbike was making his rounds along the briny route.

Stephen smiled and motioned to a spot halfway up the mound, a cleft in the rock 'n' roll surrounded by ample bush and trees which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a declamatory boulder surrounded by larger trees where he will pass over her as she took down the courier ; from long pattern both reached their military position, shed their skis and had their various weapons - the Finnish KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden wave from Nikkei told Sir Leslie Stephen something else was amiss, as she looked shocked for the first 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 rubble due to the well-nigh constant traffic and stride of the tanks.

tetrad motorbike sentry duty led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored tank, a staff car that was made for a high-ranking military officer, possibly a field marshal, visiting the front lines. To the spine of the convoy, four more minibike mounted safeguard completed the entourage. If not for the front of that tank, no subject how small compared to its armored buddy, he would have had Nikkei occupy the staff car while he took down the minibike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted tank car,"he pumped his clenched fist in thoroughgoing frustration that such a slap-up booty is getting away, only to realize his misunderstanding a import later…


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Nikkei lined her tidy sum upon the two large, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, gun barrel of the spark cooler. For once she was glad to throw a magazine loaded with Sir Leslie Stephen ‘ extra ammo'for such an social function. She kept adjusting her aim to compensate for the behind crawl approach of the armored beast, growing more raring with each secondly that Stephen mulled over her taking the shot or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the corner of her eye she saw Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon sign for her to start any ambush they have established. One final allowance on her leading the armored combat vehicle, and a gentle squeeze of the trigger…

Bang !
smasher !

Twice she worked the rifle bolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down sweeping question to recharge for the next shooter she would need. She paid the tank no more heed, swinging around to the faculty car even then breaking and sliding across the iced and mud covered road…

bash !

The stave cars left-back tyre shredded from the smoke impact, the incendiary charge igniting the natural rubber stuff almost instantly. The occupier of the stave car leapt from the vehicle as the motorbike guards leapt to plow one man in a black greatcoat…the lambency of the morning sunlight off of his social station lapels denoted him to be a true dirty money, maybe the Russian general her granddad spoke of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed magazines, palmed the rifle dash and chambered the first rung of veritable ammo she used. The strait of the Russians firing with pistols and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding earth did not cause her any alarm…

roaring !

The tankful firing a 76mm shank round of golf into the woods barely 50 meters downhill from her location did get her notice…

She rolled to one side of the sheltering rock as a arcsecond carom round of drinks slammed home closer than the last. Her ear pounded from the deafening disturbance, pearl hurt and gut felt as if it had been reduced to mush. The brace tap - tapping of Sir Leslie Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the tale of perfectly Russians and his movement to distract the tank…

BOOM ! ! !

The force of the blast bodily lifted Nikkei off the basis like a rag doll. With ears still ringing like a cacophony of church Bell she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the stone and gasped at the spate before her…the staff car and most of the motorbikes had been reduced to twisted alloy while the destroyed storage tank poured forth a bellowing pillar of flame in high spirits into the sunup sky.

Stephen moved from Tree to tree, boulder to boulder, aiming his guesswork to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the boulders. There, they are rubber from his fire for the fourth dimension, but not from Nikkei…

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


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Stephen moved as a touch across the terrain, steadily closing on the Russians position, determined to collect the Russian officer as due payment for his showing up in Finland. Here was the opportunity of a life-time, to drive down a fully fledged Russian worldwide or field-marshal…or if he can be captured, the boon for the Finnish Army will be…

clap !

Four more shots followed in prompt succession, and then came a strange calmness only parted by the continuous roar of the flaming tank. He grinned at the precision work of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the border of the wood and prepared to cross the road. Stephen wondered what information that might do good the Finnish Armed Forces awaited his find on that dead officer's carcass…

The sudden arrival of two squadrons of Russian igniter hoagie and battler which passed low and close over his position changed everything. There is no way they could induce missed the mass murder that had been inflicted on the small but significant caravan ; especially as the armored combat vehicle still burned like a blowlamp with a chromatography column of Negro smoke clawing ever higher into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the Sir Henry Wood, and raced to Nikkei to help her get ready for a fast, firmly and long Mar deeper into the forest lead. Three Thomas More Russian aircraft squadrons passed overhead, and he prayed that none of the pilot would count down and spot him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

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

A short whistling caught her care and she watched Stephen moving ridge to her, point down a smaller side trail that snaked among the woods, and pushed off with her Pole, pressing to keep up with the hard pace he set for them.

They pushed onward fast and intemperate to increase the length between them and the ambush situation. Then came the clarion call of a grudge or more of planes high overhead. At the edge of a prominent glade they watched the grand aerial battle then being waged high in the skies ; a terpsichore of death between the Finnish and Russian Air violence so far above the earth…

Contrails swept the clouded sky, here moving in a straight line, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a time ended in swarm of black pot. Outnumbered by eight to one the Finnish pilots pressed home each of their plan of attack, savaging the Russian formations that sought to cook it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless batch of the earth.

It ended in less than ten mo during which Sir Leslie Stephen counted the Russians had lost xvii combatant and eleven submarine. From the trails of black smoke which departed to the eastward, at to the lowest degree twice that turn of planes had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their substructure. As for departure on the side of Finland, he could not say one way or another.

Two hours later as the yoke stopped to catch their breath, having covered nearly seven km, Stephen gave Nikkei a impish grinning and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to mark your taking of that tank ?"

"How about a squirrel grandpa ?"she replied. To her astonishment he agreed, and when they set camp that night among some old ruins he added five small-scale slyboots and one squirrel to her growing tally of killing recorded on the rifle.

"Grandpa,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the nigh birdcall with end at the hands of the tanks returned flaming."Who would the Russians send to the front strain escorted by a tank, and so many motorbike passenger ?"

Sir Leslie Stephen paused and rubbed his hand over his chin as he mulled the question over and over. Finally he reached the only consistent closing that fit the grounds of such a caravan moving with minimal sentry go."The sole thing that makes sense was either a new Divisional commanding officer or possibly the commandant of the Russian ninth Army corporation, General Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to break up the Russian Army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's whisker with his manus despite her good effort to stand him off,"Come now Nikkei we have to push on before we make camp. There is an old hunting lodge, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole up and figure out what to bluster up next."

"granddaddy is there any chance I can get a bath ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any kind of in effect intelligence in the matter.

"The place originally had hot urine piped in from the local natural spring, and if I recall correctly the finale clip I checked they are still working. I'm not promising anything Nikkei, but if you want a hot bath I'll do what I can to guarantee you get your hot bathtub for Christmas…"

Stephen shook his head and moved to catch up with Nikkei, who raced on down the trail determined to give birth her hot bathing tub."Never underestimation that girl…so much like me after all…still a imposing old day, and one to a lesser extent John Major pain of a Russian loss leader to be concerned with."

In a handful of days Sir Leslie Stephen and Nikkei would light upon who was in the ambushed convoy. Yet the mountain chain of event unleashed by their efforts will subscribe to longer to unfold and shape not only the Winter War, but the life of tens of millions of hoi polloi across Common Market and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA central office, Moscow

Premier Stalin watched from the high school balcony of STAVKA headquarters as the discharge squads prepared for the side by side rhythm of carrying into action. Normally the good deal of such bloodletting would quell his sadistic furore in instant, but not this eve. No, this evening the bloodline would flow in red streams across the land. The incompetents who had allowed such shame and embarrassment to descend upon the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Stalin slammed his fist on the gemstone railing repeatedly, angered beyond sensibility or reason. He had sent his diplomatic minister of defense mechanism, Marshal Voroshilov to link with Ninth regular army corporation Commander General Dashicev and get to the bottom of the mess at the strawman stemma. The Ninth USA corps should have sliced Finland in half at the waist calendar week ago, yet had not advanced more than threescore km across the border, and if the news report are lawful, two elite foot divisions had been destroyed by a bluff and reckless Suomi counterattack.

He watched as the condemned men, the armed services unit who was to travel with marshal Voroshilov to the front billet, were brought to the wall five at a prison term. The leader of the firing squad executed each command with well honed precision, his men fired on command with no hesitation and the next in line to be shot had the laurels of dragging their dead Quaker away before assuming their place at the wall.

The fate of Marshal Voroshilov and General Dashicev was made known to Stalin only an hour ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his rage he personally stormed his way to where the bodyguard of marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commandant's office and summarily shot him dead for his offence against the state.

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

Until the newsworthiness of the Marshals death had arrived, few dared to challenge his determination to obtrude upon Finland and to restore what land rightfully belonged to Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and USSR alone. Even Sweden and Kingdom of Norway began to have their doubts about standing up against Russia on the side of Finland, until the earthly concern conducting wire and radio service had announced the death of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing victory scored by the Suomi U. S. Army against the Russian forces fighting it out on the band, many world leaders now pledged to support Finland in any way possible. And now Deutschland, the apparent friend of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, had begun to air out feelers to the Scandinavian governments to see if German language ships bearing arms and supplies for Suomi would be permitted transit through their territory.


Once again Stalin seethed at the continuous betrayal heaped upon betrayal of the world state against the rise of the USSR, and of the mastery of the world by Communist force out. They refuse to see and recognize the inevitableness of his cause and crusade, to bring the populace into a commie favorable age no matter the cost in roue and fire.

"No the war will continue on,"Stalin growled, his anger still stoked to floor beyond comprehension,"more men and tank car will be sent, More aeroplane dispatched and we will fight on until I have victory over the Suomi who dishonored me in 1921, or the stopping point Russian falls dead on the field."

Stalin never moved until the finish prisoner were executed well into the side by side days dawning.


24 December, 1939 Republic of Finland Supreme bid home office

For the initiatory time since the war with Union of Soviet Socialist Republics had commenced plain Marshal Mannheim allowed himself to generate off a chortle and a smile at the bad joke one of his aides told. He returned to the maps and paper laid out on the table before him, listening to the eonian pitch of memorandum, substance, intelligence and so Forth River.

On the 22nd of December the Russian one-seventh regular army Corp threw itself at the Mannerheim defensive line of reasoning, a to the full forcefulness of nine infantry sectionalization, three tank brigades and a light armor corps of panoplied cars and fast tanks. The Soviet general had come up with a crafty plan, cross the ice-covered lakes where army tank and armoured vehicles could operate and pull retentive lines of infantry-bearing sled ; early building block would mount a simultaneous rape from the domain and overwhelm the defenders.

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

Forewarned the look line commandant had engineers rig up a monumental surprise for the Russian assault - remote-detonated explosives combined with the usage of their pre-registered heavy howitzer and the new weighty anti-tank carom ( which had arrived via Sweden ) that lined the spike location along the shoreline.

The Russian approach began with a massive ten-hour artillery shelling followed by the first wave of Russian troops surging across the ice. Explosives and artillery decimated the Russian forcefulness, sending cooler and sleds into the reeking depth below shatter ice. The armored vehicle and tankful that did turn over the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank gas and the infantry who joined in the one-sided massacre of the lakes.

The res publica battle had been a much closer matter, thirteen hours of hellish scrap that left over two-hundred burned out tank car and yard of Russian dead stacked like cordwood. The Suomi armed force out had paid a earnest price for it, yet the newly deployed foreign military volunteer made the difference in quantity and quality…some 25000 troops from Magyarorszag, Italia, Sweden and Norway plus a sprinkling of other nationalities, Heron each and every one !

subject news report combined with intercepted transmissions broadcast in the exonerate from the Russian one-seventh Army Corp HQ nearly matched. For all intensifier intention the Seventh Army had been destroyed in that one with child winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their nauseating north of Lake Ladoga. Five infantry divisions of the Russian eighth Army army corps, with heavy tank and artillery bread and butter, assaulted the weak-appearing Suomi spot with a great deal of enthusiasm and determination ; only to detect out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting region of bunker, heavy weapon, motorcar gun nests, minefields and anti-tank gunman which shredded the Russians in to a lesser extent than seven hours.

Again it was the foreign volunteers who helped make the difference, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose armed services skill and expertise allowed them to fight as hard as his Finnish army troops ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their party favor, with twenty-one Suomi Air force-out planer downed for xcvii Russian. The commanding general for the one-eighth USA very politely stayed in his field headquarters when a six shelling barrage of Finnish heavy artillery landed on its position.

Field marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his collect officers."Our troop, the foreign Tennessean forces, and the supplies of arms and ammunition from Sweden, Norway, Italy and Republic of Hungary are making the difference ; how ironic that so a lot of the Death we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"athletic field marshall,"one of Mannheim's aide quietly said and handed over a series of message course for him. He read them quickly, one of them several fourth dimension and looked to his tidings chief who nodded and grinned like a wolf. He just stood there in impact, ineffectual to believe for a clip that two partisans - the Ghost Bear and Snow Fox had doubled their previous coup over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this outstanding endowment you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his head in a legal brief petition of thanks and praise. The confirmation of reward - reservists and alien voluntary - to constrain the Finnish protector facing the one-ninth and Fourteenth armies was great news, and now this giving on Noel Eve truly was heaven sent.

marshall Mannheim made a bank bill to cause those two drumbeater decorated if Finland managed to hold on and win the ongoing war.

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

Once he had their attention he read the intercept content and after the clapping and cheering ran its track ordered it to be broadcast over home radio set. The marshall shook his 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 Christian Bible to all our front line forces as well, but indicate they are to be doubly argus-eyed at this news,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not draw a blank nor forgive. We can have a bun in the oven them to murder even More reward and faster than ever to ensure our commonwealth is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much valet de chambre,"he continued, his iron-hard gaze locking on every man and char in turn,"our side has won many smashing triumph and the thoroughly Lord has delivered the foe leaders into our handwriting as well, but we have not won the war. Our greatest battle may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our forces who are facing the ninth and Fourteenth Russian Army army corps to tighten their defense force so we can pin those power in place."

"man, I sense a bang-up alteration is coming in the air, a tempest majuscule than anything we have ever seen will hit and change the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of line, fire and steel coming down on their enemies in unretentive order.



25 December, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth regular army corp

Nikkei slid deeper into the steamer water and reveled in the intense heating plant and soft waving that lapped across her abdominal cavity and breasts. She twirled her fingers in the piss, generating ripples that spread out and glistened in the soft lantern ignitor ; such a simple gift she wanted for Christmas, a hot bathing tub, something she took for granted before the war began…before her cosmos turned upside down and slammed to the ground with brutal intensity.

For four daytime she and Sir Leslie Stephen had been cooped up in the ruin of an old hunting lodge that actually had urine piped in from a nearby hot leap. The low moaning of the blizzard reminded her of old ghost stories her father would tell near the hearth, shadows dancing on the walls as he moved about, often making animal darkness with his paw in interpreting of ‘ Peter and the Wolf.'

One strong spate of lead that pounded on the door blocked by an old couch and desk, to keep easy unveiling by anyone in the domain, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a bounty as she on the natal day of the Prince of peace. nigh of the old Sir Oliver Joseph Lodge lay exposed to the constituent, but enough remained, such as the bathing room she occupied, to provide decent shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the place that had taken up residency.

As Nikkei reached for the rag and soap Stephen had thoughtfully laid out by the tub for her, she smiled at the fond store of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the brute 300kg carcase outside so it did not reek up the quietus of the place hardly made it worth the feat. Her being able to take a hot tub and rid herself of daylight of grime and dirt made it worth the effort.

She gathered a fertile lathering of soap on her manus and the rag, and then slowly began to cancel down her face, neck opening and arms. The collect dirt and tension built from the start of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could relax for a fourth dimension, free of the cares and memories of the wider world.

On one white meat she softly swirled the rag in sensuous circles that advanced unto her swollen tit. champion both old and new flowed into her head, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully research or to even talk about with anyone. Her oculus closed and a soft gasp passed her open lip as a slight shudder played along her body ; the heat of the body of water accentuated the pleasurable wave which flowed one upon another along the very roughage of her being.

Her gratis hand came to reside 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 eubstance that sent her unto the Shangri-la with sensuous cloud nine that she could only compare to the birdsong of the heavenly choirs. Nikkei sensed her meat licking faster and faster as her breath quickened, blood line thundered and her body came alive in a rainbow of virtuoso that could not be described.

She pushed her fingers into the profoundness of her womanhood as far as she could ; determined to cast out each bit of delight potential. Of course she was still a Virgo the Virgin at the age of eighteen, unlike so many of her friends and other ending kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be unable to have kid, thus making her the scorn of the village and a bad marriage prospect.

The wild, raw, primordial rush of flame and heat caught her off guard as a thousand thousands of universes cascaded before her, unnumberable probability of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her pleasure to the domain when her release hit.

Her hands covered her sass as she blushed deeper than ever before in her life, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even deeper as Stephen burst through the door with a drawn handgun, lost his basis on the slick floor and tumbled case first into the bathing tub with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and shook his nous like an old sheep dog, sending a cascade of water system across the room."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his drenched habiliment, shook his headway and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the hearth - though they would smell like wood smoke for days."punter they smell of wood smoke than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"grandfather, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the boundary of the tub. When Stephen looked at her with an abashed smile she gasped, clutched her arms over her bared bosom and slid deep into the water system while a hot blush surged deep and red across her already flush cheek. All she wanted to do was melt away and melt ; her mind tore in different directions, desires playing a thousand melodies at once while she fought to cultivate the confusion.

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

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

Nikkei was ineffective to think her pinna, for her grandad never apologized for anything."grandfather you didn't foul up or get careless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

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

He laughed at the precious piffling squealing strait given off by Nikkei at his suggestion. Though as he left the room to vary and dry his cloths, the sparkle that danced in her center spoke volume to his experienced marrow and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Stephen pulled the small-scale punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the latest slight fox-marker added to the wooden line. Feeling the suavity of the indentation he coated the exposed wood with an amber hued stain, when dry it will glisten with a honey-gold texture as any lite played across it.

"One more of so many foxes added, I had taught my granddaughter to trace for deer, boar and bear."Stephen gave off a deep, disgusted sigh at the farting of fate and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a hunter of Russians who have raped our homeland and steal her future. All those years ago when her family adopted her…."

His thinker drifted into computer storage of his lost sept all those age ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the authorities failed to detect the parents of the little girl found wandering alone in the woods, her vesture covered in blood…

A girl of true whodunit who had grown into a finely offspring charwoman ; one that he wished he could stimulate given a life-time of peace to instead of the deuced war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

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

"To all of our members of Finland's armed force out engaged in the desperate battles to protect our motherland from the barbarians of the Soviet wedlock. I and all of our people thank you for the commitment and sacrifice of so much you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the parturition of the Prince of Peace each of you find moderation from this endless suffering inflicted by the Russians.."

Stephen half-listened to the radio receiver static filled programme. He heard the item given of the great battle fought on the band and near Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian seventh and Eighth 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 commie Russia."

"We wish to affirm that in the finis week the Russian regular army cushion military unit of the Russian Ninth U. S. Army corp has suffered uttermost setbacks due to our land's army, air violence and partisans active behind the foeman descent. It has been confirmed that the Ninth army has lost their commander, one General Dashicev along with the Minister of defensive measure for the Soviet wedlock, Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the front end lines to see first-hand what had caused the Ninth USA to be held up in the field."

Stephen turned his full attention to the radio…

"My bloke Fin's our beloved solders and nationals fighting behind the argument have demonstrated aloud and clear to the reality why the Ninth Army, along with all other Russian Army Corps, has failed to beat out our nation. In the death of the Defense Minister Russia has learned the object lesson we will never surrender and never yield to their forces of enslavement. And so with each engagement we undertake against the Russian invader, we bleed them and bleed them more, until the day will arrive in the almost future tense when they will admit defeat and seek to fix a just and estimable peace."

"May the time soon come when we can recite in full the legal action of the two known as the Snow Fox and the Ghost Bear ; may God keep them safe and wield them as instruments of justice against our ancient enemies from the tyke lands of Russia."

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

He imagined how Nikkei would trip the light fantastic around like an ale-drunken bee after hearing of the prize she had bagged. The death of General Dashicev was receive news, and showed his guess as to who occupied the staff car in the caravan they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian Minister of Defense, truly marked the greatest award any partizan sniper could trust to tally short-circuit of Prime Minister Stalin.

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


He fought back the binge that threatened to occur as his heart lodged in his pharynx. His children and grandchildren, plus all his friends there save for Nikkei are all gone. His cult 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 take a firm stand on coming along with me."He looked at the small pile of supplies that had been cached away in the basement of the old hunting order. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the nutrient, cloths, ammo and other sundry goods the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two diminished sleigh he had stored among other goodness in the cache remained inviolate and untaken. At least he and Nikkei could carry Sir Thomas More goods on them than they can just upon their spine. Plus he had new shelling for his small radio a supporter had built a few eld ago…

That little transmitter has proven to be a rightful wonder. Incredibly small, whippersnapper and authentic, he can use it to relay or take in voice and Morse-code signal. His old friend in the United States who made it was a contemporaries ahead of his sentence, and a elementary bond allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tensions between Russia and Suomi had begun to increase, he and his swain smugglers plus some of the middleman they had within the arm forces began to design and devise. Thus a relay-chain of a sort exists to pass information and instructions along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in abbreviated transmitting of Morse-code to avoid foresee detection by the Russians.

Other information, ordering and the comparable are broadcast five times daily by the government over the public radio broadcast. No matter how much the Russians may try, only the drawing card of the partisans in particular country behind the lines possessed the requirement codes to read them.

"All for the meliorate then,"Stephen softly said to himself."It's past metre we bleed these Russians as badly as we can and prevent any Sir Thomas More topsy-turvydom falling upon our heads…"

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

Returning to the rifle, he observed that each piece has been lovingly cared for by Nikkei. Sir Leslie Stephen nodded his approval, delighted that she had remembered all he could teach her of such matters.

Wrapped in a thick cotton gown, Nikkei sat before the fervour and uphold towel her hairsbreadth dry.

Sir Leslie Stephen looked up at her, the visible radiation from the fire caressing her in a eddy dancing of Light Within and vestige. He saw her chewing on her lower lip, obviously troubled by something, or more likely what had happened between them in the bathing room.

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

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

She opened her robe to expose her debar abdomen, thigh and breasts for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her unspoken question. One paw came to rest on his rosy-cheeked boldness, the heat flowing into her hand as she began to caress his iron-hard, weather-beaten, pit skin in such a aristocratic way that it twitched with each soft and delicate stroke.

"Nikkei I did not mean to injure you earlier…"Stephen's words ended when she gently touched a fingertip to his lips. She pulled her manus away and shed the robe from her body, then leaned onto her hip, sweeping her ramification back behind her at the stifle and propped herself up on one arm. With the other she took his script into her and entwined their fingers.

Stephen's eyes drank in every sensuous and soft curve of her body, the mellowness of her amber hair, soft blue oculus full of life and pain mixed in equal measure, the steady rise and declination of her publicise boob. As his gaze descended to her most intimate of treasures she shifted her leg enough for him to see her bared muliebrity and the slight flicker of wet already gathered there on her skin and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few times in his life, Stephen found himself at a loss for words as his nous flared to ashen insensibility. He could not believe this is actually happening and with his honey and only surviving granddaughter…

"Grandpa I want this to be my gift to you,"she said to him. He could get a line the love and fondness in her voice for him, something that had been there for years and only now did he empathise in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in honey with him long ago and now sought to prompt their relation to the next level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be live and gratis of worry and anger,"she said, her middle releasing a lone tear down her nerve."I want to be your present tense grandad for tonight, to remind us both what life history means ; I don't expect to take a crap it through this war, so a lot expiry has already come close…and with that tank firing at me…"she shuddered at the memory of how close she had brushed with end that day.

She moved to Stephen and sat down on his lap with her legs crossing behind his back. Her one hand brought his to pillow on her tit ; the simple touch of his tegument on hers sent a thrill and chill blazing across her being. When he began to caress her breast, teasing more and Sir Thomas More fiery waves of delight from her body, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the subdued snow does before the flames of a fire.

He kissed her cheek and softly bumble puffs of his heated breath on her neck. Stroking her fuzz he looked once again into her eyes and seen the love and nervousness acting against one another."Are you surely this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first fourth dimension in such thing and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

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

So it was that they entered the old of songs, and fulfilled the oldest dance of all, two spirit and two bodies coming together in one ; the cries of passion and cardinal dismission echoed throughout the old downfall until Stephen released his biography seeded player into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the exertion. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smiling and whispering words meant for them alone.

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


28 December, 1939 Suomussalimi, Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the couriers salute and dismissed him with a casual wave of his hand.

Two days ago he had been alerted to important operating instructions that will arrive at his main office ; and given the current weather that raged just outside the hotels thick stone bulwark, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a courier to be risked in temperatures, snow and winds that were the worst in register history.

Since him and the 27th Infantry Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign volunteer, he had waged relentless irregular war to bleed the Russian ninth Army corporation white-hot and hold them to this region when from all accounts they could have been used on the band during the last Russian assault.

However the Russians had dug in trench and still managed to keep him from mounting a successful strike across the river. He could defend and not round, and the Lapp for them…a frustration that grew all the more with each departure day. Even his raiding party had met with minimal success, bring through for sniping at the Russians who hid in their fortified positions.

Only Captain Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson and his men, aided by the partisan led by the old colonel Stephen and his aide called"Snow Fox"have scored massive success upon success upon success. When he considered the report of the old colonel, commonly known as the"Ghost Bear'in the final groovy war, it is footling wonder the man leads and coordinates the drumbeater to such a record, even as he and the Snow Fox carry out their own two-person movement upon the hated Russians.

He opened the packet and withdrew out the big bucks of document and picture, and whistled when he gave the top Thomas Nelson Page - orders from Field Marshal Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in brief and concise detail that major reinforcing stimulus were expected to be arriving inside two week for the Russian ninth Army Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his field headquarters. He shouted above the ululation twist for his senior officers to amass around him as he woke his driver to need him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything stronger than maraud across the river to slice apart the remaining strength of the one-ninth regular army while time remained. So he had chosen to audit the forward defence reaction and assure the Russians received a fond welcome when they struck.

As expected, the defenses were firm and growing stronger with each passing day ; with log and gem trap caparison machine gas, anti-tank cannon and fighting positions for infantry. early 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,"full admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with fine infield. He held it in both work force and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the light played across each gem. The jeweler had promised the gift would be crafted to paragon, and so he had achieved yet again with the gift for his dear wife.

"Klaus what do you think of it ?"Donitz asked of his escort and number one wood. He moved around to present the man so he could see the wonderful magic wrought by Karl, his personal jeweler and one of the few men he called a dead on target master of that trade.

"Admiral, as always Mr. Karl has outdone himself, you have chosen the gift well for Mrs Donitz and she will probably be pleased beyond metre at your gift of warmheartedness for her."Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the fund and all of the people within it, plus those who paused even for a moment to look through the storefronts windows. His hand never strayed far from the travelling bag of his pistol.

The audio of siren caused everyone to turn and follow the street as the motorcade of chancellor Hitler began to glide by by. Donitz looked at his watch and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some work was being done on his vehicle last night as I left the business office. Did you remember to have that looked into Klaus ?"

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

Admiral Donitz formulation changed from delight to shock and then abject revulsion as the Chancellors car came into sight, and disappeared in a thunderous plosion that tore the vehicle asunder. Major Klaus took the brunt of the shockwave which blew out the shopfront, killing him instantly along with Karl…

Donitz coughed, choked and gasped for air amidst the roiling swarm of dust and smoke. He made his way out to the street where many vehicles burned, and all too many people lay on the ground in puddle of red. One look at the twisted, burning cadaver of the premier car told him there would be, could not be, any survivors ; but he rushed over to see if against all odds his res publica drawing card had somehow survived.

The armed forces escort swarmed the field to earn controller as fast as potential ; one officer threatened admiral Donitz until he showed his military papers and then took control over the scene. All too swiftly the truth was confirmed when the flame of the premier car were extinguished at long last.

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

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

He never expected their plan to play. Now that it had, his allies in the High German government would ascertain his successiveness to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the financial support of Goering and his faction, would deal with Russia once and for all…of path he still had to make a ‘ telephone set vociferation'to the mastermind behind this mad plot to ensure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 capital of the Russian Federation, Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic

Everyone in the room jumped at the single gunshot that seemed to grumble and bound about the meeting elbow room for the senior high school statement of the Russian Armed Forces. Quickly they resumed their posture of total attention, each expecting to be the following one personally gunned down by the man at the head of the table…

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

"I will tolerate no Sir Thomas More failures in the matter of this war with Finland,"he growled,"each day our country loses yet Thomas More influence, respect and positioning around the world. I have since the break down offensive of 22-23 December given purchase order for massive reinforcements to deploy in the domain of the Seventh and Eighth army corp, we have peace with the Germans and thus our front end with them is now reduced to second and third rank units ; the elite group effect being redeployed will be in place by the end of January, when the final nauseous shall begin."

"The Ninth army Corp shall conduct restrict offensives ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any more John R. Major usage."He smashed his fist onto the table many metre to emphasize his point.

Stalin went on for some time berating the world for all way of perceived slight and secret plan being carried out against him and the Soviet Union. His rage grew to such tallness and depth that many of the men gathered feared he would either die of a shot ; 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 side an officer appeared, delivered respective subject matter forms to Stalin and then bolted for his life after being dismissed with a casual wave. As he scanned them his mood swung from passion to outright joy back to a simmering, stewing fury that promised decease to someone before the Nox passed.

"valet,"Stalin declared with a forced calm air and grin while holding up the third substance form in one manus,"as I stated, we have peace with Deutschland and now it is guaranteed for some time to do. Our agents in the German high school Command have confirmed the news being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is all in. Someone managed to station an explosive device inside of his armor car, and needless to say the slaughter wrought was phenomenal. full admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new Chancellor of FRG and thus will take many months to fully incline of his challenger and win full control condition over his Nation's governance."

The faculty officers and diplomatic minister shouted and cheered at the news of Hitler's death, and gave off birdsong for the foresightful life of Premier Stalin, the Soviet Union and the inevitable domination of the world by Communism. By almost universal spontaneousness they began to sing the national Song dynasty of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, their commitment and belief in their cause having been reconfirmed by the universe at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two other substance that arrived at the same prison term. They detailed the movements of Generals Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Suomi Front. During the flight to headquarters near a fix aerodrome the carpenter's plane carrying them, escorted by 12 fighters, was jumped by a large identification number of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian buffer fought until their planes went down in flames. Despite their estimable efforts, the planer carrying both generals had been shot down as well with no subsister. Once again the leaders of his arm strength had disappointed him, and the reports of flagging esprit de corps among the infantry along with some units on the edge of mutiny confirmed the police officer were deliberately failing, seeking suit to kick out him once and for all from power.

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

None of the jubilant officeholder before him knew what hit them when with a nod Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili had his bodyguards cut them down to the last. He summoned his personal aide and demanded a prepared document, which once he signed with a few casual strokes of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communications commissar and dispatched.

Within forty-eight hours the blood bath had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed forces gamy mastery and replacing all officers of Major or higher rank with Political commissars. He gave new gild to all of the Russian armed force-out ; any suggestion of disloyalty or lack of proper Communist tone 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 effect his fury and lecherousness for stemma would loose in short order…


30 December, 1939 Federal Republic of Germany, OKH High bid

full admiral Donitz, newly sworn in premier of Germany and all of her people looked out the window of his office and the pristine snow from the latest tempest. Just over twenty-four hours ago Chancellor of the Exchequer Adolf Hitler had been assassinated by a dud planted inside of his armored staff car ; in short order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a crowd of Russian spy and agents who caused Hitler's death.

Their execution warrants were the first matter taken fear of by Donitz after taking the oath of office. Now he had a monolithic option to make up, one discussed long into the night by him and the high school dictation. He had been aware of architectural plan being drafted, on Adolf Hitler's social club, for an invasion of Russia…he wondered if Hitler had been aware of his pending death, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's death at the hands of suspected Russian agents, proven or not, gave them the legal and moral judge for the intrusion to come. The major world leaders, even those of France and Britain, had been contacted via mastermind or third-party channelize cable television service of the plan to deal with Russia and Stalin for their perfidy in assassinating the German language Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual commiseration and various stage of monition of Russia.

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

What did impact him was that from England, or more precisely the two cables received from England. One from the sevens condemning Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and urging peace talks are held between Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and Germany to settle this subject ; the latter, and thus the most important as far as Donitz was concerned came directly from Churchill…


To the Chancellor of FRG, Admiral Donitz,

In vexation to the matter of Russia and their present barbarity to the proper behaviour of sexual intercourse between political science I say this much. So long as marshall Hermann Goering continues to add arms to Suomi via Sweden and no disturbance with our own weaponry freight to Finland comes about, we wish you God speed and decisive victory over the godless Russian government of Stalin.

"Gentlemen,"Chancellor of the Exchequer Donitz began as he turned to face the gathered senior high bid,"well-nigh of our forces are in home already since the encroachment of Polska and we have managed to secretly increase our forces there by a big arcdegree. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the plan and overall end ?"

Each officer in turn affirmed his part and detailed any conclusion minute care, particular and so forth. Satisfied that all is in place Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the social club laid out before him…

"Gentlemen"he said,"functioning Wotan, the invasion and death of the Soviet uniting, will come out at 12:01 a.m. on 10 January, 1940. Joseph Stalin has inflicted pain and blood upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Stalin sewed the fart with the seeded player of war in Finland, and now he will harvest the harvest time of blade and stock and ardor Max Born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 Dec, 1939 England, unknown location

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

He hung up the earphone and sighed at the chain of issue now coming Forth to fruition. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Russia whitened as Suomi continued to defy common sensory faculty, logic and belief in their reproducible crushing of one Russian Army Corp after another in terrible battles around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the radio set of such poor boy as the Snow demon, ghost Bear and the coke Fox. someone who had managed to inflict mass carnage at key times and locations on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Finland Front perished with intelligence agency given to the Finland Air military unit from Britain.

Of form, the blackwash of Adolf Hitler carried out by disloyal Germans who assumed the British agent who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a pillow slip to keep open the Western earth. Russia and Germany will phlebotomize each former flannel, and by the time they deal with one another, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and France will be set to face the German language armies who will come at them.

As a historian Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of death and end he has unleashed, but for the rice beer of a discharge future and saving tens of millions of life, he chose the less of two evil set before him.

One early matter caused him no end of worry ; the bare fact of admiral Donitz being capable to station a orchestrate call to John Churchill's ‘ hole-and-corner'localisation meant the man had agents all over England. Agents that for some reason he used for his own mysterious use and never shared with his fellow Germans.

Churchill shook his forefront, mentally replaying the conversation Bible by word of honor he had with the new prime minister of Germany. He examined each nicety, mannerism and inflection for the slim edge it may consecrate him in any next transaction with admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, temerity, and cunning of the man were unbelievable to hear and witness as he described to Duke of Marlborough dates, fourth dimension, shoes and conversations of English penetration agents and spy who had manipulated the Russian agent into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the English agents from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the English people embassy in Switzerland for repatriation. John Churchill folded his work force together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decipher this complex enigma enshrouded within a brain-teaser 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 ground forces Corps

Commissar general Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the first asterisk of the Nox emerge in the crystalize sky. It reminded him of the small husbandry hamlet he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the revolution and subsequent dominance of the commie party.

Of form this particular Finnish biotic community, once called Summers Mist, had been exterminated in the starting time minute of the war. These multitude had refused to see the inevitable, that their government had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the Benjamin West and thus they had paid for the perfidy of the Finland governance who refused to comply with the rightful demands of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a admiration as the night to see,"he stated to the aides and to commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston, air force officer of the 51st and 58th Infantry naval division."Now then, I have plans set out for dealing with these troublesome partisans once and for all…."


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From a wooded hill that looked down on the remains of summer Mist Stephen watched with keen interest the cluster of collapsible shelter and vehicles which marked the Corps home office unit. The assembling of military officer standing out in the cold told him cheap and clear that they were senior Russian commander ; single that would take a final and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the home base new fix from one of many minibike riding couriers they had disposed of since Christmastide. Her rage at the bare thought of Russians standing amidst her old home only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the luck to score one more John R. Major victory over the encroacher.

The Suomi radiocommunication post conducted their regular updates of the war, now reduced to a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of wild skirmishes on the front production line and aeriform battles between the Suomi and Russian air forces. The messages sent to partisan social unit behind the furrow confirmed this, plus directed them to light upon as heavily as they can when opportunity presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's berth to his rightfield and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a cluster of rock, trees, bush and a snow cloak set up as a hunters blind he could barely stool out her outline as she lay as low to the land as possible. With a gesture he informed her to shoot when the secure opportunity presented itself.

Stephen returned to watching the camp with his binoculars, noting a rumbling band of trucks passing behind the commander'tent…




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commissar general Kolya turned to face the obtuse convoy of motortruck that snaked its way up the road and passed his tent. One dance orchestra of NKVD personnel riding in the book binding of a truck saluted as they passed, as did the next and the next after that. His spirit surged in pride at this magisterial display of proper political sprightliness and loyalty to the state which he will use to inspire and terrify the Russian infantry into right shape.

On his desk sat a plenty of paper that many units in his command were in come on mutiny, having refused to abide by with lawfully given monastic order by their new NKVD officers. All of the old policeman had been, as per Stalin's orders, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the policeman and not spared the lieutenants and captain as Stalin had done.

Two mean solar day ago he had assumed control of the ninth army Corp and now he has to deal with this rebellion ; and if reputation are unfeigned, it is spreading like wildfire in a drought stricken forest through the Russian Army…especially with units being sent to reinforce the Finnish Front.

He turned to the two divisional commanding officer and waved at the passing hand truck,"Gentlemen these are the true centre and soul of the state ; you will whip the men of your new units into shape and then we shall care with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing motortruck repeatedly backfired.


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

She squeezed the trigger…

knock !


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political commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston watched in slack-jawed repulsion as their commander toppled forward as a marionette cut free of its twine. The central office safety device, gathered policeman and staff looked at the crimson stain that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the snowy snow ; for an eternity of time they could not pressure their bodies to move, horrified at having death visit them so far behind the straw man lines…

An timelessness that lasted all too long when they were in the mass of the shooter…


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

Bang !
Bang !



Twice more her rifle barked, the haphazardness covered by the unceasing backfiring of the truck. As per Stephens architectural plan she immediately backed from her locating, pulled down the nose candy cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. interior ten minutes they were skiing heavy and degenerate to vacate the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD air force officer of the headquarters guard watched the three general fall one after the next. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the direction of the backfiring motortruck which had a man who held his side arm in the direction of the fallen generals.

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

Instantly the 20 men who had assembled by this fourth dimension leveled their sub-machineguns and open fire, tearing the truck, driver and NKVD guards to shreds. A grenade was lobbed into the open backside and reduced the vehicle to twisted metallic element and a boom fire that marked the grave of two score of state security personnel.

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

His death control ended in a gurgle and spray of profligate as a burst of bullet tore his breast open.

Pandemonium reigned as camarilla of NKVD troops tore into one another, leaving scores dead and many more spite upon the snowy dilapidation of Summer Mist. This chaos only escalated when headwaiter Robinson and his men stumbled onto the scene, already prepared to raid the military headquarters, and swept the place clean of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not have a bun in the oven off they departed as silently as ghost and reported to the Suomi High command another success for the ‘ shade Bear'and the ‘ Snow Fox,'who initiated the underage civil war at the headquarters.


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4 hours and various kilometre later, Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her hairsbreadth in congratulations. They set off for the next hidden cache and shelter from which they will design the next tap against the Russians.

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

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a bunch of our soldiers arrived in time to ingest advantage of the pandemonium you created and exterminated the entire main office and that convoy of trucks. Come Nikkei we have to cover a lot of ground tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonshine to guide us…"

With that they moved off as silent as decease amidst the thick woods.




9 Jan, 1940 STAVKA central office, Russia

The machinator gathered for the final time, knowing they are committed no matter the outcome. One by one each went over his section of the plan, the role of his military personnel or government department, and the tight timeline they had to assert to the minute once everything began.

One small flutter in the design, one slipup of any variety and it will be all over. But the bet of their failure would be the expiry of Soviet Union and imposition of a German warlord and governance over the homeland for God alone knew how many generations.

The agents of the NKVD had recently received check of the German build up force-out gathering en peck along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Polska. An immense force of mechanized infantry and of armored combat vehicle, airplanes and bombers…an unbelievable clenched fist of Fe prepared to smash home into a weakened Russia.

Normally the armed personnel of Russia would be sufficient to deter the German language, but now mutiny was sweeping the four Army corps 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 policeman held and notices sent to STAVKA in the clear…

The troops will no longer travel along orders given by Stalin or his men and called upon the Germans to invade and liberate their homeland from the oppression of Communism.

The Germans promptly responded, declaring to the world they will commence their ‘ liberation of Russia'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 January, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the radio that he held only Joseph Stalin and his henchman, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian universe responsible for the assassination of chancellor Hitler…

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

"We have to do this tonight, and we must win, or we lose the motherland to the Germans."general Zhukov, the lone ecumenical to survive Stalin's rabies, told the gathered men."Give the orders, in one hour it begins…"

With those words the men departed to save up their homeland.


9 Jan, 1940 Irving Berlin, FRG

"superior general has this been confirmed ?"Chancellor Donitz said into the telephone set. His staff waited in tense silence, each one wondering if the events being reported in Russia are honest ; and if not true, will their prime minister give the final order to commence the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the phone. He breathed deeply, turned to his stave and smiled in true joy."gentleman, the news have been confirmed, Stalin and his confederate are drained and General Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov has been sworn in as the new Premier of Russian Federation. The orders have already been confirmed by our listening posts and agents in capital of the Russian Federation, all conflict save for topical anaesthetic self-defense is to lay off immediately inside Finland and a ‘ asking'made to our government to intercede peace talk between Suomi and Russia."

"Orders are to be sent at once that the intrusion of Russia is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his capital surprise for last as he held up a letter delivered earlier by the ambassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal alphabetic character of Winston Churchill who has accepted our pass of a recurrence to the status-quo of 1939 between our Carry Amelia Moore Nation. We will withdraw from Poland, though it shall remain as a vassal government in our empyrean of influence."


"man,"Donitz continued,"we have peace at utmost and Germany has become a existence mightiness once again. The insult and opprobrium 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 labor of running a government activity. He did pause briefly to contemplate how the hereafter will go from here on out. peace of mind has come to Europe as far as Germany is concerned, though Italia's authoritarian Mussolini is making his usual blustering noise about Northern Africa…

"Let the man face the British and French alone if he is pudden-head enough to read them on alone,"Donitz declared.


10 Jan, 1940 rear-area of Russian Ninth regular army Corps

In the depths of their sheltered bivouacking Stephen, Nikkei and Captain Sir Robert Robinson listened to the voice of Field marshall Mannheim come clear and distinct over the radiocommunication. They could scarcely consider their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign volunteers and partizan who have been involved in the defense of our homeland against the forces of a tyrannical Russia ; this day, a great day of celebration for us all, I am beaming to proclaim that the tyrant of Russia, PM Stalin is dead. His successor Premier Georgi Zhukov has ordered all Russian force are to cease antagonism at once after a massive demo of the Russian peoples collective resolve led to their solders refusing to bear orders anymore."

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

"The prime minister of Federal Republic of Germany, full admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his government being a neutral go-between for pacification negotiation to be held by instance of Finland and Russia. This proposal of marriage has been supported in the stopping point minute by the regime of Britain and France and the United country. Ladies and Gentlemen, as will be confirmed in short order by the authorities functionary program, our valiant struggle of democracy against communist absolutism has come to an end. Our sacrifices have been great, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the efforts of all who defended our native land on the nominal head bank line, and from behind enemy melodic line, heroes such as the Snow Devil, Snow Fox and specter Bear. madam and gentleman, the war is over…"

The remaining Word were drowned out by the collective shouts of joy and joy by Nikkei, Sir Leslie Stephen and skipper Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Stephens strong arms and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long concluding she and he will retort dwelling and build a new living in the hereditary base of their people.

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

"Nikkei please call me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will head menage, or anywhere else you wish to. I have several properties across the area from my…other natural action,"he rolled his eyes to the heavens at the amount of money of money he had stashed away from being a smuggler.

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

"Sorry to interrupt the romantic kiss and such,"said Captain Edward G. Robinson with a wide grin,"but I have edict to see the two of you to field of force Marshal Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather extreme effect on the man…"

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

So it is that the first of all friction between E and West, between Communist Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and those who love to be free has come to an end. The madness of Joseph 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 bravery and conclusion of the ones known in history to get as ‘ Snow Fox'and"ghost Bear'history has changed forever…

The long fear European war ceased before it even began as Germany brokered a hold up public security accord between Soviet Union ( now led by Zhukov ) and Finland. All territorial gains and pre-war claim made by the Russia were fully dropped, and the final international moulding established under the centre of indifferent party from the United States and Holland, Belgium and other pocket-size powers.

Germany and England entered into an awkward armistice with one another, born by Prime rector Winston S. Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging respect'for Chancellor Donitz of Germany, who forged a number of industrial and trade muckle of common benefit to the two Carry Nation people. Though many doubted the committedness of the new High German Chancellor, his subsequent restoration of Poland and the Balkland states to broad sovereignty helped ease these doubtfulness in the end.

Italy's dictator Mussolini made his usual gripes and scourge to restore the greatness of the archetype empire of Rome across the Edwin Herbert Land of northern Africa. He dismissed the admonition of Anatole France and Britain as ‘ small barque and yips of kill Empires.'

Chancellor Donitz delivered two messages to Mussolini - the first being an stern ‘ discouragement'for him to ‘ not upset the electric current symmetricalness of index in a Europe now finding peace and prosperity again.'

Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly doings of the new High German Chancellor'and prepared his res publica to go to war. Thus he in brusque gild received the mo, and final, substance of Donitz : a bomb in the bathtub…and a restoration of a free and democratic agency of popular government activity under the merge certificate of Britain and Deutschland.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to lead Germany and her citizenry for twelve more years until voluntarily refusing to run for a thirdly six-year terminal figure of office. He declared ‘ it is time for the next generation, those who have never seen the cheek of war, but the joy of peace, to lead.'

Until the end of his Clarence Shepard Day Jr. Donitz, as with Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill, remained combat-ready as diplomat for their respective nations, and even held a grudging respect for one another ; although Winston Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his days when asked about a ‘ sure phone cry he received one nighttime from Donitz…"

Anatole France became a nation that descended into political chaos in the year to fall ; one political science coalition rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and personnel casualty of the French people territory to the winning Japanese did a new administration under Chenier bring some sense of hope and stability to the nation. But as a unit, the trump days were seat France as her colony in Africa broke relieve and became self-employed person nations.

The Northman nations continued to prosper beyond anyone's uncivilised of dreams in the years to come ; in prison term they formed an economical alignment which grew to rival that of Deutschland and England combined, and before the end of the 1950's had wrested almost half the American language import market from those two respective nations.

On November 1, 1941 Admiral Isoroko Yamamoto ascended to prominence and absolute control of the arm forces of the Empire of Japan. With the blessings of the Emperor, the willing diplomatical assistance of Premier Zhukov of Russian Federation and of President Anna Eleanor Roosevelt of USA, Yamamoto pulled all troops of Japan from PRC in a staged withdrawal that seen the colonial powers of European Community and U.S. begin to do the same.

No one knows to this engagement the truth of the matter, yet on Dec 5, 1941 President President Theodore Roosevelt, on his way to Japan at the personal invitation of the emperor butterfly Michinomiya Hirohito, disappeared with the big prowl car boodle that he travelled upon. The exclusively message of alarm received was that of"fire in the forward engine room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President of the United States Truman called for the matter to be investigated, and American naval effect were sent to the hold out screw stance of the Chicago. Two British corvettes, One Canadian River coast Guard vessel and three Japanese destroyers arrived on the scene to only get a champaign of dust and oil slicks covering miles of ocean.

What has been documented is the initiative American watercraft, a destroyer whose chieftain despised the Nipponese, on the scene immediately assumed the Japanese vas had sunk the Chicago ; he demanded their surrender and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian vessels were searching for survivors, commenced to displace upon them - one vessel sunk, big damage done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the destroyer in turn.

Thus commenced the great Pacific Ocean War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On December 7, 1941, a hostile coitus, whipped into a frenzy by a small handful of anti-Japanese fanatic declared war on the Empire of Japan and directed President Truman to channelise the war until ‘ unconditional surrender of the Empire of Japan occurred.'

Seeing the opportunities for territorial reserve addition and nifty influence across the Pacific, on Dec 10 and 11, France and England joined the United States in declaring war upon the Japanese for ‘ criminal offense of such order of magnitude as to defy common sense or decency.'

Everyone expected the Japanese Empire would fall by the end of 1942, and program were already being prepared for the air division of the home islands. Germany declared neutrality in the matter, as did Russia ; though both had provision special applied science and resourcefulness to japan in hush-hush to develop the war-ending means…

Three long and bloody twelvemonth of protracted conflict resulted in Isoroku Yamamoto bringing triumph for the Empire of japan ; seven decisive naval and land betrothal ended in Japan's favor, with the final examination treaties ending the war leaving Japanese Archipelago 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 U.S.A. after they were to be declared ‘ indifferent territory.'

Many historians have learned that the peace was wrought with an unspoken threat from Japan to unleash the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their final military triumph - the atomic turkey. In a private diplomatic cable television to the leaders of United States of America, England and Anatole France, Emperor Hirohito stated if the household islands were attacked, the new ‘ super bomb'would be used in retaliation upon the offending allied nation.

In due clip the Winter War will pass into history, but it will not be forgotten as the time when a Democratic country dared to do the impossible and within that war, the natural action of Nikkei and Stephen changed the world forever. Thus comes to a conclusion the legend of the snow Fox.


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