Winter War : Fable Of The C Fox .


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23 August, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

In a move that has shocked the political mankind at turgid ; the governments of Germany and the wedlock of Soviet Socialist Republics have concluded and signed a treaty of reciprocal non-aggression. The unfreeze statement of many world loss leader has ranged across the spectrum, from I of rejoicing that the prognosis of another swell war in EU has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more information or are involved in a serial publication of ‘ intense discussion'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( headline )

Ladies and valet today it is my sad duty to annunciate that war has returned to the continent of Europe as on this day the fortify effect of Deutschland have invaded western Poland. Heavy fighting is reported by all incline, with Germany announcing ‘ rich, monolithic and embroil penetration'by its armed military unit. Allegedly the Polish army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers and the government has fled the state for asylum in Romania. Unofficial accounts from radio operators in Poland speak of continued resistance that is ‘ stout, strong and watch'in the typeface of the unprovoked hostility of Germany.

Many earth leaders have strongly denounced this hostility on the portion of the politics of Federal Republic of Germany, with France, Britain and the United DoS of America demanding that the regular army of Germany cease all antagonism at once. This is to be followed by withdrawal to the master perimeter, while an International intermediation via the conference of state occurs to settle the issue of hostilities between the various governments.

No comment has been relayed from the German language government.


3 Sep, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

On this day the crisis in Europe has grown exponentially, with the government of French Republic and Britain officially declaring war upon the government of FRG for the invasion of Polska. contact lens within the respective armed forces and authorities departments tell that armed treatment in Poland, and the conduct territorial reserve encroachment of Germany ‘ shall occur within a hand count of twenty-four hour period, or at nigh, before the next two calendar week are over.'

The fight continues on, with the governance of Germany reporting more and to a greater extent soil gained with each passing time of day, while smoothen beginning report the main thrust of the German Blitzkrieg has been blunted, but that the nations casualty have been in high spirits. The announcement of the announcement of war by Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and U.K. has brought renewed hope for the beleaguered nation.


17 September, 1939 ( headline )

In a relocation of clamorous opportunism and aggression the armies of the Union of Soviet Socialist republic have invaded eastern Poland. The representatives of the USSR declared that the relocation is to ensure that law and rules of order and constancy are maintained in the face of the complete collapse of the Polish governance. Within hours the move had been condemned by virtually appendage of the League of Nations…


5 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Poland has officially ceased to exist according to the governments of FRG and the USSR. The small body politic of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia have been annexed by the USSR after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ mutual defense pact'with the exchange commie government of Russia….

Unconfirmed reports mention that official from Finland have been invited to Moscow for ‘ discussions of a most specific nature concerning the mutual defense of both countries.'One previous high-ranking armed forces police officer explained that usually means ‘ Moscow makes the threats and Finland will constitute grant, or there shall be war in the end…'


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deep in the lobby of STAVKA, Supreme military headquarters for the armed military unit of the USSR, the tack leaders stand at attention as the lone man walked calmly in the doorway and silently proceeded to the head of the long, map-covered mesa.

His every step echoed like big H across the room, and heightened the thick tension that was further magnified by his aura of tycoon, potency, ruthlessness and purpose. He reveled in the awe that radiated from all of those present, for all knew with a mere motion, a nod, or one spoken word, he could make or snap off any or all of their vocation, transmit them to the gulag for life, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his seat he motioned for all to sit and began to explicate the subject at paw."Comrades, the subjugation of Poland and the appropriation of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia are nearing culmination. The ancient territories of our great Rodinia are nearly complete, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous crack to them, the sycophant of the Imperialist West, especially those of UK, who ‘ govern'in Finland, have slapped aside the handwriting of communist generosity."

"fellow, as of now I am instructing all of you to ordain the program we have prepared for such an contingence,"the man stated, hammering away on the tabular array with his fist as his optic, cold and gray, blazed with madness and rage at the government who has defied him since he was forced to sign the 1921 pact of Tartu forced upon the peaceful people of the USSR by the decrepit and Imperialist-led conference of Nations.

"Comrades, explain to me again every point of the plans as they exist at this sentence, do not result out one detail,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, members of the reverence United States Department of State security measure apparatus, to observe for the number one hint of defeatism, hesitation or anything that may be construed as high treason. For those so suspected the results would be publically declared ‘ a tranquillity and well earned retreat'…

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

For that lone man, Prime Minister Chief Joseph Joseph Stalin, he wanted it no early way. He and he alone ruled in the USSR, and he held the circumstances of all in his hired hand alone.

For nearly 20 years he had fumed over the humiliation Finland and her Imperialist backer had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will let his retaliation and have the proper lands of the Old Russian tsar's restored to the motherland, under proper communistic guidance of course.

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


31 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Today before the assembly of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign Minister Molotov, for the first time in public announced the term ‘ requested'of the politics of Finland to ‘ ensure the defenses of the passive citizenry of the sexual union of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ requests,'a civilised terminal figure for what almost people in the democratic res publica of the mankind will call ‘ demands at the point of a gun'were for land to be leased for 30 twelvemonth, or transferred directly into the hands of the USSR while the governing of Republic of Finland would take in in yield domain that is innocent and worthless. German Chancellor Adolph Hitler has called upon the mass of Republic of Finland and their loss leader to consent the terms peacefully while prison term remains for them to do so…

needle to say, the message of ‘ while clock time remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased tension in a continent already at war between the Allies and the bloc powers.


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

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

Memories of that fierce time played across his mind as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its perfect blueprint and correspondence, custom-made as a birthday present to one special to him, will make her one of the large of hunters ever to stalk game in the woodwind instrument. The new scope mounted to it was commissioned by a champion of his, whose purpose were a generation or more ahead of their time.

Sir Leslie Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to gain the concluding feeling of how smooth it will play when time 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 misapprehension in his corking conception of all the piece he has handcrafted in his life as an armourer, soldier, huntsman and…dealer in commodity and stuff adept left unexplained and preferably never found by agents of the law.

He and his supporter had prepared to the best they could…let the Russians come, the hornets snuggle 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 sleep together this rifle,"Stephen said as he mulled over the coming event,"her natal day is on the 30th of November. I will be there and show her how to run with her new rifle ; she will hunt as never before until all know her name."

All too soon Sir Leslie Stephen would fall to realize the prophetic whole step of his Word of God. For that rifle will be wielded by one to go a legend…


24 November, 1939 ( headline )

tensity continue to establish between the government of Suomi and the Soviet Union as two replication proposal were made to find an honorable solution to the demand of Moscow. Both proposal of marriage were summarily rejected as being completely unacceptable on the premise they would leave the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics completely vulnerable in the realm of Saint Petersburg.

All diplomatic ties between Finland and the USSR have been severed by the going away of the Finnish party after being ordered plate to Finnish capital for ‘ consultations.'


26 November, 1939 ( headline )

Unconfirmed reports coming from the political party news services of the Russia have declared a ‘ surprise and dastardly attack on Russian territorial dominion has occurred by unit of measurement of the fascistic regime of Finland upon command by their passkey, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign minister of religion Molotov has condemned this ‘ carnage of Russian youth and destruction of much Russian history in the border village of Mainila…

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"My fellow brother,"declared the fabled ‘ man of steel,'premier Stalin to the soviet heights dictation who stood at attention before the table where he sat."negotiation have fallen through with the fascist government of Finland, and now we have this unprovoked assault upon our motherland. As per design already prepared for such an occurrence, the lodge are henceforth given to you and your troops…just before dawn on 30 Nov the big army of the Union of Soviet Socialist commonwealth shall invade Finland and liberate her oppressed deal who cry for freedom under a right communist government."

His anger flared hot in his heart and iron-cold in his words as he slammed his deal on the hard table,"I will be very realize in this matter. Failure will not be tolerated ; the slender sign of incompetence, cowardly action and lese majesty against the party or the Department of State will imply sum-up execution by the NKVD. All gild and program made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

needle to say everyone got the message.

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

Soon enough the shame inflicted upon him by Finland so long ago will be avenged, a darkness spot on his fierce reputation. Everyone stage knew that the Scripture he spoke of flunk negotiations were bare window salad dressing, for the might of four Russian Army Corps was in place at key crossing stage along the Republic of Finland - Russian border.

Invasion had been inevitable for some fourth dimension, and the Fin's would pay for their obstinance in fire and blood.



30 Nov 1939 rear-area of Russian ninth Army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the borderline region from the wooded ridge just shy of the Finnish-Russian delimitation. The minor village, little more than a hamlet not even suitable of a marker on any official map, showed at the limit point of his field glasses, just one more tyke obstacle for the high-minded discharge of Finland that will be erased in a few more minutes.

He turned to the regimental commanders who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his net instructions in the great crusade that is to get down. Each orderliness was repeated back in precise detail to him and to the naval division's chief commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( State Department certificate ). All of the officers knew that one misstep, one failure, one misdemeanour, or the visual aspect of any of the said, can become flat coat for summary execution by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glance at the freshly turned earth that marked thirty grave accent of confrere officers who were shot an time of day ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting emotional state for the case of the state.'

"Comrades,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered officers,"our division has been granted the honor of spearheading the campaign in the liberation of our Communist brethren from the fascists who currently rule Republic of Finland. As you know, less than 72 hours ago, our sovereign territory was violated in a margin clash designed to provoke the world's sympathy for the bandit loss leader of Finland and thus turn them against our honorable leader Comrade Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and Forth around the officers, as one would expect of a rancher or husbandman inspecting his respect collection of cows and bullock before sending them to grocery. He went on with his speech,"brother, each of us will accomplish our theatrical role to idol, and we will exert radiocommunication silence as per regular army Headquarters orders until learn otherwise. Use the motorbike courier you have well and with due application, no opportunity to crush the enemy must be wasted."

He hammered his clenched fist into his gloved hand,"Speed, shock and unrelenting insistence, this is how we shall split this section of the front business line wide open and advance ever onward. All prisoners taken are to be sent to our comrades of country Security unless directed, as per order signed by Premier Comrade Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by fiat of Major-General political commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled Graves to one side of the garner officers,"Understand, there is to be no retreat or capitulation,"his voice deepened as his madness mounted,"those who do so are shamefaced of high treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these traitors to the state have been dealt with."

"Now return to your regiments and get ready to cross the border as per programme,"he watched the officer salute and flee for their stave vehicle like a frightened gathering of cony in the sight of a band of war hawk on the hunt.

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Sir Leslie Stephen had just crested the minuscule Alfred Hawthorne summit when he heard the first thundering of artillery unleashed from across the edge. He watched in repugnance as fire after crushing fire of cannon racing shell and rockets landed around the crossroads of summertime Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's natal day company is taking place, a day of joy and happiness as his homeland neared war that no one wanted to stimulate happen.

Sadly, as the clouds of dope and churned globe merged with the cries and screams 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 month crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the tears flow down his boldness as he watched his world taken from him for the second meter in his life by warfare.


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Her world spun in a haze of bother and giddiness as she struggled to open up her eyes. The gentle crepitation of a fire flooded her ears and the mixture of cooking meat, burning wood and other olfactory property assaulted her sentiency of olfactory perception with overwhelming force-out. She struggled to rise, slowly lifting herself onto her elbows and then falling back to the terra firma still enshrouded by the thick mantle somebody had put over her while she was unconscious.

A figure leaned down next to her and handed her a cup of frigidness weewee that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its chilled descent into her parched sassing and pharynx.

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

"Grandpa what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his last word of honor he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mama and papa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the locution that showed upon his face, understanding at stopping point what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandpa, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his arms as he drew her closing curtain. She broke down completely, the sobs coming hard and fast for the loss of her entire kinfolk."Why grandpa, why did this sustain to happen ?"

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

Actually he did know, having followed the vivid negotiation between the Finnish-Soviet administration. Each day the USSR had become more and more demanding in the concessions it sought, making it readable with none-too-subtle terror and gesture that war would be the result save for all over and unconditional surrender of all territorial demands made…a chain of demands that Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like most in the crossroads, had hoped for unwashed sentience and peace to come about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth birthday offered a time to lionise and for the residential area to forget about the outside public for a short 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 freeze out and brought her to one of the small cabins in the wooded hills he called home, hoping to image out how to get her to prophylactic when she could travel again.

Nikkei pointed to the edge bundle next to Stephen and asked,"grandad, what is that you have there ?"

He looked into her pain-filled eyes, glad for something to distract her even for a abruptly time from the crushing release of all that she had known."This is my natal day gift for you Nikkei, just as I promised to piss finis yr, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Sir Leslie Stephen untied the bundle and removed a rifle scabbard from beneath the sail. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a queen of some draw a blank country worthy of a rarified and treasured gift from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hired hand and laid it across her lap, stroking the soft leather covered in egg white fur. The rifles stock, made of finely lacquered forest carved in detailed icon of her hunting in the inscrutable woods spoke of Stephen's acquirement as a master gun God Almighty and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it free of the scabbard and examined it for some sentence, feeling the accurate equalizer and form that already felt a natural extension of her. The telescopic stack glistened in the flabby firelight, and she spotted the signature of an old booster of her grandfathers, a man who made masterwork oculus superior to flush the ok made in Germany.

Two wonderful treasures for her natal day ; such a swag of rich people she felt unworthy of possessing let alone being able-bodied to hold in her hands.

"grandad I can't consider this, it's more suitable in your hands…"she shushed as Stephen shook his head.

"You saved me from that bear hold up year Nikkei,"he said with a smile. He had made one mistake on the hunt he had taken her on, one moment of carelessness in which the bear reared up and threatened his 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 meter before it succumbed, but in return for saving him, Sir Leslie 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 truth slammed home hard in her heart. Her household is gone forever, as are her friends, all save for Stephen. Something deeply in her soul snapped, flooding her with a fiery resolve that consumed her in an second. The wildcat who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"Grandpa, where are the ogre who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her voice filled with anger and rage none could have dreamed existed. None save for Sir Leslie Stephen who had long recognized the Sami traits in her that he had, and see aught 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 point, recalling the clock time back in the struggle of 1918 when Republic of Finland won its Independence from the tsar's of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, and the fourth dimension of problem which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a time he fought as a partisan behind the lines, becoming such a bane on his enemies that they called him ‘ ghostwriter Bear.'

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

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

"Nikkei hold on there,"he grabbed her as she began to break down to the base, still woozy from the nose candy to her head."Fine then, I have a few affair to get quick for our William Holman Hunt, we will be partisans then here in our region of the Mrs. Henry Wood and hills ; one thing emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those fiend out of our homeland."

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


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Sir Leslie Stephen headed off into the woods, making impinging with some old admirer who dealt in matters best left unmentioned in the front of the sureness. They had prepared for the prospect of war coming, establishing caches of subdivision and other geartrain around the surface area for a band of enthusiast to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ Ghost Bear'will get into into war and have his enemy pay for their crimes in blood.

He continued on into the Wood, seeking a place where his personal cache of ‘ extra goods'waited recovery.

As the destination came into sight, little more than a bunch of tilt and shrub covering a small cavern in their depths he reached into his coat and rested his deal upon the hilt of his hunting tongue. The fainthearted olfactory property of cigar baccy filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing second, soon to be joined with the soft crunch - crunching of several twain of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby bush and Tree, concealing himself so as to appear as little more than another small clump of rocks at the base of a powerful northern pine as the multitude who followed him closed in, whole step by whole tone, and into striking distance of his ambush…

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

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

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

"Stephen is it then,"began Ray Robinson,"we're here to reconnoiter and harass the advancing soviet United States Army as it heads up the road. somebody has to quell behind and become partisans, though from the grin on your nerve I assume you already have begun that task ?"

"In a manner of oral presentation,"Stephen filled in his old student and friend in on his programme."Right now I am off to contact others in the area who will watch and strike as they can. Even in our independent way, we can put to work together and shit the Russians life story a living hell."

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

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

Sir Leslie Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Snow Fox, for we will prove the true craftiness us tailfin have when on our home flat coat. Now I have to get a few other things done and ‘ acquired'then the Richard Morris Hunt will begin."

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


3 December 1939 near social movement contrast of Russian 163rd foot class


major Chief Joseph stood by the armored faculty car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his grasp. His superior in the NKVD ( province Security ) had made his instructions painfully clear ; keep a closemouthed eye on the bodily process of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his number one wood, messenger and personal bodyguard out in the field of operations. loser in any way will result in summary execution.

Over a 12 Sir Thomas More soldiers, young lieutenants and captains, stood around or waited in their own faculty cars for instructions from the superior general. Almost all of them gazed from time to time to the advancing cable of trucks, tanks and tank-riding infantry that snaked its way along the I road ever deeper into Republic of Finland. The aloof ground-shaking holler of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than background dissonance in the fourth day of their lightning fasting ( kind of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood high up upon the hood of his car as he scanned the purview with his fine binoculars, a endowment from his grandfather many long days past. His frustration mounted by the moment at the stubbornness of the Finnish defender who have defied his ability to smash through them for the last three Day. Three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and his division were barely twenty miles across the boundary line.

"fastness, speed and ever more speed. That is how we win this war, swiftness, shock and uncompromising aggression against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, secure that all regimental and lower commandant understand the guild. relentless pressure, there will be no more retreat or moving other than at the foeman ahead. Any failure and I will personally shoot the ship's officer myself if need be."

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

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his sectionalization slowly crawl down the road."The Finnish lackey's of the Imperialist due west and Capitalists will read what it means to hold up the Soviet unification. We will take up back what is rightfully ours since long before the Revolution began. They wanted war, so now they shall ingest it and we will rebuild their society into a rightful Communist land as it should be."

His mood suddenly brightened at the sight of a of a electric battery of truck-mounted rocket launchers and two bombardment of artillery moved off the road and began to set up for firing at targets located by his scouts. So a lot firepower being prepared meant that at to the lowest degree a battalion or two of foeman soldiers had gathered to take a shit a do-or-die concluding stand against his armour and infantry tearing ever inscrutable into their homeland.

The auditory sensation of a motorbike informed him that a messenger had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his bike, handed his note to Captain Dima who double-timed it to the general. When he read the bank bill, Major-General Bogdan felt his blood furuncle as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another minibike mounted messenger to affect forward and separate his divisional headquarters to push his three lead story regiments forward with all speed or face murder at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute radio set muteness'that came from his superscript at Army HQ's fifty or to a greater extent international nautical mile behind his division."hoot them for their rebelliousness to the needs of the fatherland !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the direction of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another senior ship's officer smiled at the absolute rage of Major-General Bogdan. Of trend when this officeholder smiled, all the attendant officer of the worldwide cringed, instantly coming to attention and saluting, if only to preserve 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,"Stephen said as he eased the binoculars down from his middle. Clad in solid-white wintertime clothing his eyes shifted across the sensible horizon and then across the land before him. Even the slender movement drew his attention as he quickly dismissed it as the wind, an animal or a Russian Soldier moving around on some foreign mission or another.

He watched a second ship's officer, probably the NKVD counterpart of the police officer who stood atop his cars hood, stroll with pure arrogance and insolence becoming of a Commissar of high up rank over to the vehicle and mounting upon the hood as well. The remaining officers stood at a respectable distance, all save for the officer's driver who looked and moved like a small terrier determined to protect its skipper from a pack of ravenous wolves.


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

"Comrade political commissar it is commodity to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his comrade the best salute he could manage."We are pushing hard for our mean solar day objective and I have ordered the men to push all the harder. There is some report resistance, yet we shall bear on severely than before and shatter them completely. In inadequate decree any prisoners will be in your hands, as they should be, and we shall be one gradation closer to flying the sword lily of International Communism high over this land of defiant banditti."


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To Sir Leslie Stephen left field, slightly mellow up upon the craggy batch of pit and shrubs among the great pine forest a couple of blueish eyes stared at the officeholder through the cathode-ray oscilloscope of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the scope and made some minute of arc modification, allowing her to take with the range, wind and other variables to range her shot right hand on target when the bit arrived.

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

She drew the crosshairs grade with the newly arrived policeman's skull, and braced the rifles stock 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 range of a function and all variables flowed through her mind as she squeezed the trigger…


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the heavy artillery sounded off, the loud bellow of the howitzers merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha rockets tearing off from their truck-mounted launchers. He shook his fist in joy, imagining the carnage beginning to fall on the hapless Republic of Finland United States Army regulars'just km ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the English of his head, left arm and chest.


He turned in fourth dimension to see the body of Major-General Vitaly collapse to the ground with all of the grace of a butchered boar. The sight of the gaping wound left from the fastball his head had intercepted caused Bogdan to suspend, ineffectual to move, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that death was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

John Roy Major Joseph leapt upon the cars hood and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The bullet meant for the general took the man in the binding, severed his spine and ruptured his centre, utter before he and the general plummeted to the ground, sheltered by the armored car from the snipers fire.

Pandemonium reigned in the generals building block as some of the men ran to help Major-General Bogdan and the fallen commissar and John R. Major Chief Joseph. The rest dove for the near cover they could find and fall fervidness with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper location as the subject artillery continued to thunder away and get to it nearly impossible for one man to hear another even closelipped up.

With mechanically skillful efficiency, one military officer after another flopped to the terra firma, a I red wound found in their charge throats or skulls. In less than two minutes, as the artillery fell silent once again and their crews commenced readiness to proceed on down the route, baker's dozen men lay utterly on ground, while the subsister huddled in the protective vestige of cover, not daring to motivate or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer carnage wrecked by some unknown enemy in such a scant span of time. It was over a half-hour before he regained his composure and shouted out edict to move the building block to his divisions main office and even longer to apprize Army Headquarters of the loss of Major-General Vitaly.

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"ejaculate Nikkei its time to bequeath and quickly,"Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the last of many ‘ gifts'he had set out earlier to further punish the Russians when they came to enquire the sphere. As he considered the carnage to come from his ‘ gifts,'Sir Leslie Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the Sir Henry Wood little Thomas More than similitude trace headed to one of many temp shelter they will come to use in the weeks and calendar month ahead.


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The sight of the snaking trail of tanks, trucks, gun and infantry which pushed ever deeper into his homeland sickened skipper Robinson. He wondered how much of a chance his Carry Nation honestly had to stop this unyielding mickle 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 wayside where a force of infantry began to gather under the maddened orders of officers watched by stern-eyed NKVD commissar. Some of the officers, led by a Commissar major, examined one area of priming and the bodies left behind after some kind of ambush had occurred.

A speedy enumeration of the foot told him that he and his men faced a reenforce company of Russian soldiers, who began to spread out. Some marched unto a small crag of stone and bush while the residuum headed towards James Harvey Robinson and his men at a refreshing walk. He could see that the extremity of this arcsecond band were hesitant and on edge, though their fears of the commissar outweighed any risk from the woodlands ahead of them.


Captain Robinson and his fistful of men dropped down under cover as a small burst erupted from that bumpy crag, felling over a dozen Russian soldiers. pandemonium erupted as a second blast erupted, unleashing a Wave of metal chip, nails, and former projectiles that wounded a grade and five of men. The surviving foot began to fire at random into the woods with rifles and sub-machineguns as fasting as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the woods sharpness, only to have their ragged formation shattered by a chain of gust triggered by enshroud tripwires. Pillars of smoke and tossed scandal rose as men fell to the ground seeking blanket, dead or dying.

"Now men, now, take them down while we can !"Captain Edward Goldenberg Robinson shouted to his men as the perfect clip for a improvise trap had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four light machine hitman which scythed across the Russian foot, felling them one after another after another.

In less than a minute the battle was over and his men swarmed among the dead Russians to tuck rifles, ammo and anything of worth in the way of military intelligence agency they could find. Two minutes after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woods, where two hours and seven kilometre away the captain examined a set of orders to the NKVD Commissar Major to ‘ find and neutralise the brigand who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 former officers.'

"Fifteen officers and they left behind a chain of dumbbell snare for their pursuers ?"Sergeant Jermaine, the aide of captain Robinson, whistled softly and shook his head in mental rejection."Who could possibly have done that ?"

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

skipper Jack Roosevelt Robinson watched the courier ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. Quiet as the still air around them they departed, determined to watch over and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to do life as miserable for them as possible.


7-8 December, 1939 Sweden - nameless manor house star sign

Swedish Prime Minister Hansson looked out the libraries window upon a land covered in snow and for a import dreamed that the world was still at heartsease. He sighed, knowing that such a dream is finished for many a year to come since another cracking war has erupted.

Turning back to his two other Edgar Guest he looked upon his old friend Ryti, Prime Minister of Finland and here on ‘ private issue'for his state."Will the terms be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

Prime parson Ryti looked at the third gear gentleman in the room, a man of unpitying ambition and ill-concealed avaritia. No matter the absolute contempt he held for this man, Republic of Finland needed the arm and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the lesser of two evilness to save his home."It will be satisfactory, as per the full term we have agreed upon."

"Very practiced then,"the tertiary man declared as he stood and adjusted his pelage,"have the money transferred into my Swiss explanation by the common means ; just to be clear, this coming together never happened and I will deny any and all credit of it in public. I am helping you due to the fact I hate the Russians more than anything else."

With that the man, German Marshall Herman Goering 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 freshen up shack, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its last shaft of light before departing below the horizon and allowing the night to embrace the terra firma in its clasp. She put the blanket back into place, to preserve even the svelte firelight from escaping into the remote human beings. She looked to the cabin door and wondered when Sir Leslie Stephen would be back from ‘ meeting with some champion nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with great care, determined to ensure that the weapon of her revenge was kept in stark condition for the next ambush set by Stephen and her. Step by step as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each component part in turn, ensuring that not one speck of dirt, moxie, or anything could jam or plug it up at the import when she would need it most.

The small radio Sir Leslie Stephen had somehow produce his bridge player upon whisper news of the outside world between the static-filled cries of the aurora borealis dancing overhead. What news came from official reference among the Northern and European stations painted a bleak future for her homeland, as four massive ground forces groups have crossed the borders from north to south, seeking to conquer the entire nation.

To the Confederate States, on the Karelian Isthmus the Russians have pushed the Finnish U. S. Army back to the Mannerheim line of descent. A monolithic artillery barrage fire, nearly two days in length if the theme are to be believed, preceded a massed foot assault in the region of Taipale supported with regimental long suit artillery, rocket-fire, forward pass bombing and loudspeakers used to transmit birdsong for giving up of the Finnish Army until they were shot apart by Suomi snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to hear the news of the Finnish army had dug in deep, with well sighted artillery and arm, and then ripped apart the Russians ravishment. casualty from the carnage were estimated at 5000 dead Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 prisoners. Curiously she heard about the stifling defeat made against the Russian armor, some fourscore tanks destroyed or disabled and captured.

She and Sir Leslie Stephen had seen a few such tanks moving along the lone road that linked Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and their army that advanced slowly into Republic of Finland. Sir Leslie Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the metal wolf, though she respected what they could do, the view of the gasoline-filled fuel drums mounted on the back deck of them gave her an idea of how to stop one…literally it would go up in flames…

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

Nikkei looked at the small trio of bottles tied to her camp, each one prepared to fork up another lethal surprise on any armored savage or vehicle when assailed during an surprise flack. Stephen had been rather dubious about the idea when she suggested it, but on the narrow lowly roads in the thick forests, five burned out motortruck and a armored car testified to its simplistic and brutal efficiency.

Once she had finished her care for the rifle she gently traced the newest grading burned into the wooden stock. Each mark was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in sizing, and representing a 1 kill she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her native land. twenty-four little foxes, twenty-four putting to death, some of them the motorbike messenger being used to transmit orders between Russian Headquarters.

The last courier had turned out to be the most vital one to engagement. She and Sir Leslie Stephen had been crossing one of the secondary roads during a alight snowfall with her in the lead, and covering Stephen after she reached the far side. No Oklahoman had she prepared her rifle the courier came tearing around a bend in the road. She had aimed and shot him down without a minute hesitation, and thus gained both of them a usable motorbike and the vital goods in the couriers satchel case.


Long into the night Sir Leslie Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any curious Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value military machine codes and communiqués, monastic order of engagement and provision status - it detailed the low level of supplying and ammo among the Russian army units in this area.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this clobber to some ‘ protagonist in high places'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some special operating instructions : if he is not back by the first ray of dawn the next day, or at the starting time sighting of a Russian, she is to fly at once and headway for one of the six sights he described. Of course of study if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ spark'the small-scale surprise contained in the cabin for the stupid Russians.

Her sleep that night was fitful and tormented by nightmare of unusual affair coming out of the mists she could not remember after being woken by a flight of Soviet Air strength bombers and scrapper overhead. She took a bloom out the small window facing to the east and hoped against hope to see Stephen coming up the track in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the survey of four score Russian infantry advancing at a regular pace towards the cabin.


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

Meter by metre the soldiers advanced and spread out to circle the cabin under the iron-hard gaze of the units'political commissar. If anyone remained inside the cabin there will be no chance for them to get away, and the supplies needed by the partisans will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her groovy pelage, slipped on her coterie and rifle scabbard, and prayed as never before in her life as she struck a lucifer and held it to the length of fuse-cord leading to Stephens little surprise for the firm approaching Russians.

Once the electric cord started to sibilate and burn, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the minuscule rooftree behind it and commenced a zig run for safety. She used every feature of the terrain and wood to yield her any blanket, anything to go on her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a clump of trees she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At to the lowest degree I didn't block my snowshoes,"she said. Nikkei looked back at the humble ridge running behind the cabin and decided that she had to get her skis if potential, edict or no orders from her grandpa.

She moved as silent as a ghost and with the state of grace of a deer across the land. Her attainment in doing so had been perfected over long year of hunting and practice session with Stephen, and on function when he travelled to pass water a purchase or make a deal that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially person 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 additional magazines were ready if she needed them. Meter by cadence she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the crest of the ridgepole, 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 Sir Leslie Stephen surprise for the Russians had not yet gone off, and wondered what had gone incorrect 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 vilification so blasphemous the acres should have 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 bursts into the still advancing volume of Russian infantry.

Moments before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into post to take aim down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though risky, they have to scratch at their foe, the supplies cached away beneath the cabins floorboards are needed by the local partisan forces.

Stephen and Joni, along with a dozen other zealot stayed back to insure their escape path if the battle turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden comer of two Russian infantry party, roughly 300 men total. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the cover of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and to arouse on the advancing power.

Roughly forty or to a greater extent Russians fell to the first barrage of small subdivision fire as two light machine gunslinger scythed across them like a harvester in a wheat theater of operations. paw grenades added to the carnage being wrought as fire after flesh-rending flack shattered the lead Russians morale, sending them howling back down the trail…

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

Needless to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to grow around and take their prospect with the Suomi partisans.

Stephen reloaded his Republic of Finland three to a greater extent times before his ammo was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to advance at a very timid pace. His pistol came out and he moved from cover to pass over, hunting the Russians. The first one emerged into his sight and became the first quarry he took…

In a flurry of motion Stephen cut down one Russian soldier after another as he moved among them, each of his Lahti pistols becoming an elongation of him. One jibe, one killing, the same pattern delivered with calm precision. A cluster of Russian solders charged at him from the Ellen Price Wood as he calmly reloaded his pistols, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest time of end on his foes.

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

Meter by metre they had to yield primer coat, pushed back by the sheer weight of turn that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their foe kept on coming out of the woods, an unending cascade of angry foes determined to stump out their tormenters, even as the dead mounted in plenty upon fallen heap of tattered flesh and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had enough sense to scrub the ambush and get their men to rubber. As even more Russians advanced up the tract to reinforce the shattered units fighting the partisan, Stephen knew in his kernel that he will not be leaving this conflict alive…

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to safety, and that his Sin of being a contrabandist of coat of arms and early semi-illegal goods could be forgiven when he stood before the judgment commode of God. He did not pray for a miracle, knowing that such is beyond his destiny to deserve…

Though that is exactly what happened…


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Nikkei watched as a trio of officers ran around and shouted social club at their men to hurry off to link the engagement down the track. None of the soldiers seemed willing to direct that way, having come to observe and reverence the attainment of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weight of numbers racket on their English could the officer make them read the first step back down the trail.

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

Having decided decent is enough she raised her rifle, braced the origin against her shoulder and aimed at the blabbermouthed commissar. The riposte of her rifle was smothered by the intense gunfire from the wood, but she saw the political commissar plumb to the ground, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The other political commissar looked at their fallen comrade with wide-eyed facial expression of fear and cushion in equal measure. Within five seconds both of them joined their comrade on the dry land, deadened before they hit the globe.

Her world became a blur of move as she steadily carried out the up-back, forward-down palm-sweep of the rifle bolt which chambered round after rung 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 take their luck with the remaining commissar than face the virulent sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the last entered the woods, a furious shower of gunfire cut them down as individual unknown to Nikkei had arrived…

30 Russians sought protection behind or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the threshold with a string of nemesis. They began to dismiss away with precise shots from rifle, pistol or their own sub-machineguns at the opposition in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a cartridge holder from her pouch, freed the empty one from her rifle and slid the new one home. She chambered a round of golf and looked down to see which one of the Russians will be her first victim….

Of path that happened to be the jiffy Stephens ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, several reefer of dynamite secured to over xxx jerry-cans filled with gasolene concealed under and around the cabin. The flak reaped a massive crop of death, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

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


She spotted the few remaining partisans down the lead fighting to hold the Russians at the bound of the woods, and have it away if they were forced fully into the clearing behind them they would fall to the concluding man. The clattering of gunfire to her aright indicated more partisans were even now engaged in a second decease struggle against some other band of Russian troops.

For them she could do null, but for the initiatory group, and the man she cared for that fought like a ogre 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 expiry this very day on the Russians down the trail…


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Stephen grinned like a banshee tearing across the moors as the thundering counter from the detonated ‘ gift'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.

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

Click-click…

Stephen howled as his pistols emptied and drew out his hunting knife and pounced upon the nearest Russian, ending his life in one swift stroke. His elbow slammed into the adjacent soldier coming up behind him, followed by a knife thrusting to the gut ; then three more Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and heart showing that they did not designate to convey him as a prisoner.

"semen on you bastard dogs !"Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to take away at to the lowest degree one of them with him…

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

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

"Joni,"Stephen bellowed out as his old friend came into sight, stock 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 Sir Leslie Stephen for his Suomi sub-machinegun."I am exquisitely, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the sound of automatic pistol small arms fire and light machineguns began to play in the forest, to be followed by stillness so profound it all but screamed at them.


Within three bit a striation of heavily armed men accompanied by the drumbeater emerged out of the Wood and met with Stephen and Joni.

"Stephen we keep meeting in the craziest of places,"Captain Sugar Ray Robinson said to his old mentor,"for once I'm gladiolus I could return the party favour of you saving my tail on our hunting trips. Though it looks like your conflict went well enough given how badly your partisans were outnumbered…"

Stephen ignored him as the butcher bill was delivered by Joni after determining the final run of the engagement : twenty survivors with six of them offend, 37 dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond count at this period.

Stephen ordered his men to lead whatever implements of war, ammo or supplies they needed from the Russians and to gather the bodies of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten bit for this to be done before they would leave and travel hard across the trails in the ancient woods.

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

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

Stephen, Joni and Edward Goldenberg Robinson turned to the auditory sensation of a soldier shouting out an order that instantly ended in a wail of botheration and mewling of a newborn kitten. They watched a young peeress, rifle still in mitt, calmly walk over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to learn some manners before grabbing a lady that way.'

James Harvey Robinson shook his head as Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the adult female in a deliver hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to stop embarrassing her in front line of the early men.

"Who is that with Sir Leslie Stephen ?"Robinson asked Joni."I did not think there were any women among the partizan in this realm ?"

Joni just chuckled and shook his head,"The entire narrative is Sir Leslie Stephen to evidence, but you have seen the handiwork of the blow Fox first hand."He pointed to the many fallen Russians taken down by Nikkei."Oh and your man who dared to grab her should be alright, his chestnut tree will be fine despite the suppression kick she gave them."

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"Grandpa I forgot my skis after lighting the fuze,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the objurgation she had coming for disobeying his orders."I was waiting for the Russians to exit and then…boom !"she motioned with her manus, pantomiming an plosion while a shamefaced grin grew on her face.

"Oh and then I spotted the Russians running in your direction after I took down those three commissar idiots that tried to order their troops around like violent trivial terriers,"she said as Stephen and her bring together Jack Roosevelt Robinson and Joni.


"Three commissars, she took down three of the Russian commissars ?"Robinson asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the fallen commissar hats over to him, plentiful proof of her call.

"Three commissar from a total of XXX Russians I took down. Though the commissars are a waste of a dear fastball, better to just toss a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Sir Leslie Stephen laughed and Joni and Captain Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not berate yourself of a kill, after all you took down that divisional commissar a few daytime back…"he looked at Captain Robinson and nodded to the man's unexpressed doubtfulness."Yes she took down that Major-General your intelligence author declared dead, now my dear granddaughter has thirty more foxes to add to her list…"

Captain Robinson was handed a message written by his radio operator Corporal Hanki. It was orders from the senior high command for the Suomi army. He just shook his head in disbelief as to what it stated the evidence in dead Russians mute testimonial to the belated intelligence operation sent to him and the partisans…

…to all units detached on enthusiast activities and stalwart forces engaged within the domain of Ninth Red Army Corp. Reliable intelligence has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd foot Division has been sent back from the front lines to secure the main Russian supply route and to guide anti-partisan patrols and slam. repetition, to all units…

"Well it appears this fine opus of intelligence has come, as they say, too little and too late for our motivation, as has become the convention anymore,"said master Edward Goldenberg 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 inspiration for the troop of the front contrast, just like Stephen, when Scripture of what all the zealot accomplished here this day."Captain Robinson clasped her manus in his and gave them house'shake of thanks.

"Sir Leslie Stephen we need to get going,"Captain Robinson said a moment later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some survivors may make it to a nearby outpost or William Lloyd Garrison and bring down yet more difficulty on our principal. We can not sustain a second battle such as that."

As if to underline his point, a flight of Russian Cuban sandwich passed overhead at that particular wink, which caused everyone to dive for screening on the off chance they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the woodworking plane go on their way, all the time holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could take in one down given the chance.

"Stephen, you and your granddaughter are welcome to come with us,"Sir Robert Robinson said,"With the way she can shoot and your abilities to set an ambush…"He stopped when his old wise man held up a hand for secretiveness. There will be no More discussion, Stephen and Nikkei will stay on on their own, seeking to hemorrhage the ground forces of the Red Bear as much as they can.

"Before we parting let me give you some instructions and advice on how to stop the Russian tanks…"Sir Leslie Stephen filled Sir Robert Robinson in on the manoeuvre he and Nikkei had developed and the weakness on the armoured beasts.

maitre d'hotel James Harvey Robinson looked at Nikkei with sound respect, which caused her to blush from headland to toe from utter embarrassment. He turned back to 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 Headquarters


The men stood around the tabular array as they examined the updated map and compared them to the latest entering story and intelligence agency gathered from undercover agent, witness, radiocommunication intercepts and the like. courier delivered their satchels of messages and postulation while aides for the war machine leaders gathered here stood silently by, prepared to reply any enquiry or care any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the info told to him by his subordinate word, point from troop motion and battalion status to logistics and anticipated movement by the Russian invaders. He asked elaborate dubiousness concerning the four invading Russian Army army corps - the Seventh, Eighth, ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the winner his soldiers had scored, particularly within the expanse of the ninth and the savage defeat a banding of partisans had inflicted just two days past.

He perked up at the citation of an old fable having returned to the field of battle, the spectre Bear, and his new companion, a partisan leader known simply as the Baron Snow of Leicester Fox. One old hero and a new Italian sandwich bringing promise to the commonwealth and inspiring the Finnish troops who received a monumental cost increase to their morale and fighting spirit as news of the Russian frustration bedspread with the force of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their looks they waited his instructions. They wanted to impinge on back and walk out back hard, to deliver such a savage blow to the Russian bear that his scream will be heard around the human beings for 100 to come.

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

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"athletic field Marshal Mannerheim, commandant of the U. S. Army of Suomi, said to the one he has selected to lead the counterattack,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd Division, you fly out this time of day and start operations 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to enchant his airplane and defecate his programme as the others returned to the map and made other hard choices in the on-going war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian Infantry division 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 artillery drawn. Once they determined that their commander was rubber they returned to their stake, save for the two who dragged the stiff of Colonel Hussein, late commander of the ruined 662nd infantry Regiment.

"gentleman's gentleman,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the policeman around him as he calmly placed his smoking shooting iron on his desk,"Let the criminal record show that Colonel Hussein has been found shamed by drumhead court martial of treason and dereliction of obligation and cowardice in the face of the foe, not to mention outright folly in the conduct of field operations."

All officers save for the sadistic commissars of the partitioning shook as he gazed upon each one in play,"He has been executed by Order of STAVKA for his treason. All of you understand this, one failure, one pathetic attack to exempt incompetency or treason and I will shoot you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a bit later and headed to check the in vogue reports from the front and to prepare plans for the next plan of attack upon the illogically unregenerate Little Phoebe. He should already sustain smashed their front line line, torn across the waist of Finland and bisected this fascist nation. His passion became manifest when he slammed his clenched fist on a large table that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out gild to scramble from his chair in a dire bid to stay alive.

Walking into the map way he howled for one of his aides to attend, and once the police chief appeared, began to rattle off the orders for the day concerning fire road and meter, logistics and weapon firing program. Of line, with so few force play left to him, especially after the 662nd foot Regiment was slaughtered, the provision did not eat up too practically time.

The only if thing that really bothered him is account statement from the Finnish tuner which spoke of the fabled man called the"Ghost Bear'is active in the region. His unit in the revolutionary war in which Finland broke itself free people from the country of origin of Soviet Russia, aided by the fascist Imperialists of the decadent western lands, had faced the man and his partisans.

No issue how hard they tried to beguile him, no matter the bait used or carrying into action summarily carried out, he had not only evaded them, but carried out a campaign of destruction that decimated nearly seven partition. Many a female parent threatened her barefaced tyke with taradiddle of ‘ the ghostwriter Bear will hail and get you."

A messenger arrived at his side of meat and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, commandant of the 44th Infantry Division will be arriving on the evening of 15 December to ‘ talk about the current matter of the front lines.'

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


15-16 December, 1939 Rear-area Russian Ninth Army Corp

serjeant Osip slowed his minibike as he neared the side by side checkpoint, and grinned as the lone picket waved for him to stop with one handwriting, and held high a feeding bottle of ‘ official party coffee'( which he knew meant fine Vodka ) in the other.

Once the motorcycle stopped he turned off the motor and placed it following to the checkpoints wooden social structure, little to a greater extent than a belittled, hastily built shack with a field of operations telephone for ‘ emergency usage only'by senior officers or the dread NVKD. This accomplished he moved to stand before the checkpoints officer, an old, ragged and weather worn police lieutenant he did not make out but figured must be an NVKD commissar or security official.

"Lieutenant,"Osip said as he stood at care and saluted,"I am Sergeant Osip and on courier duty for the Ninth ground forces Headquarters. Here are my orders and papers sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced lieutenant whose optic showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am set to show the satchel is still sealed upon your directions sir."

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


Over the next one-half hour sergeant-at-law Osip enjoyed half a bottle of the finest Russian vodka he knew to exist, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd divisions headquarters, but of all the Russian Ninth regular army he had seen first hired man or even heard rumor about.

The lieutenant gently challenged him on each stop, asking the Same question from unlike angle while he expressed uncertainty here and there about the veracity or loyalty and dedication of sergeant-at-law Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified serjeant was consistent in every particular, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the messenger's message satchel remained sealed with the decal of the Ninth Armies senior commissar.

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

After disposing of the body deep in the woods next to the actual lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"serjeant-at-law"Sir Leslie Stephen, wearing the overcoat and uniform of the messenger, climbed onto the motorbike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his good to the 163rd divisions home office.


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Four hr later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd division area headquarters. He learned of the dire fighting they had undertaken when ordered by Army headquarters to retreat, the uninterrupted torment by Suomi partisans and regular Army forces on their supply lines, and more elaborate selective information that he intended for by and by exploitation.

Before he departed he collected from the higher floors where the senior officers of the headquarters slept a lowly gift for Nikkei. Taking the spine stairs down to the enceinte parking garage behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake sentries on sentry duty duty with contemptible simplicity, activated his ‘ endowment'to the Russians and quietly fled into the night to where he had stashed the motorbike.

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

As he motored on down the back up trails and junior-grade roads on his stolen motorbike, Sir Leslie Stephen grinned as old memories returned concerning the finish war. Compared to his love for hunting and share making ( in illegal arms and early goods such as Vodka banned from being exported ), only the joy of killing Russian soldiers once again surpassed them.


16 December, 1939 rear-area Russian ninth United States Army Corp

Within the shelter depths of an old stone and earth-covered house Nikkei listened to the wireless and absorbed the previous news of the war. The warmth from the roaring flames in the open fireplace reminded her of better winter nighttime with her dead mob, and she was glad to be free for a sentence of the cold wintertime night just outside the house.

Stephen had gone off ‘ to find out some item'that he understood from the subject matter broadcast to partisans by the various Suomi radio receiver Stations of the Cross. For the 100th metre since he left she looked down to the pistol at her side of meat, hoping she will not need it if the Russians or other trouble maker discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her repast of a thick, rich, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale bread with butter and jam she shook her nous in unbelief. The league of Nations had tossed the USSR out of its rank, and many of its phallus nation representatives made great actor's line of aid and arms being prepared for shipment from the many Scandinavian and European governments to Finland.

The daily news from Finnish capital wheel spoke of zealot under the leaders of the ‘ ghostwriter bear'and ‘ Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd Infantry Regiment completely with minimal loss to the Finnish forces involved in the battle…an exaggeration that irritated Nikkei due to the true number of old household friends and associated who were lost.

When she took another arena full of the stew from the kettledrum stewing over the fire the latest news of the battle on the Mannerheim line came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division Assault, and in a 40 60 minutes pitched battle were repulsed, LE than 1200 Russians escaped from their forcefulness of 35000.

She and Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their share of harassing the Russians - taking down lone trucks and a brace of cooler, disabling artillery unit barrage fire that passed by and she took a reprobate kind of pleasure in taking down the couriers on their motorbikes…the number of them had been dropping off over the past week, grounds of her having culled the herd with ruthless efficiency.

Details from the engagement for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th Infantry Regiment of Finland had executed a chain of mountains of daring ravishment from three different focus, isolated and destroyed key units of the Russian 163rd foot Division. That building block, plus the 44th foot Division were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Suomi Army excelled at.

She grinned at the mention of Suomussalimi being back in Suomi hands. Then the news show rundle of the Finnish regular army and partizan ‘ using new and marvelous weapon'to treat with the Russian armor ; the very technique she and Stephen developed a few days ago - a nursing bottle of alcoholic drink and petrol with few early things mixed in to make it into a muggy gasoline gel, and then a gas or oil soaked rag that is tied to it and lit just before being tossed at the tank.

Net result…one cooked tank, especially if you can hit the engine, home fuel tank, or the commonly mounted barrel of second-stringer fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her bowling ball with a chunk of bread. She watched him propel to the fire and take up a bowl of sweat and sit down side by side to her, his thick coat and hat showing clear sign he had been involved in some form of altercation earlier in the night.


He moved over to the bellowing flaming and stood before it to warm up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ peculiar visitor'will be passing through this area in the next few days,"he said to her with a grin of pure wicked delight."The 163rd Division had been retreating through the 44th Division and the totally arena is in complete topsy-turvyness. Both divisional commanding officer are perfectly, having been at the 163rd's military headquarters when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th segmentation depot of supply truck parked in a relatively unguarded lager. XXX minute of arc of measured work delivered prominent resultant role, he had just finished crossing the lone bridge on the roadway when the intact cubic yard of ammo and provision-laden trucks went up in a chain of fireballs from the small bomb calorimeter he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So peachy was the pandemonium generated he was able-bodied to infiltrate the precaution shack on his side of the span and trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day case the Finnish US Army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused sufficiency topsy-turvyness and equipment casualty, a flight of Suomi Air effect carpenter's plane swept his side of the river road, damaging and destroying over sixty vehicles and damaged countless others.

acquiring back to Nikkei took some time, longsighted than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'minibike from a few now decedent couriers helped out.

"It appears the Ninth army corporation commandant for the Russians is coming in soul to inspect the grounds for the delays in ‘ conquering these decrepit flunky's of the Imperialist W,"he laughed and shook his head at such folderal,"superior general Dashicev will be here in a few days and we have a chance to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his paw a shooting iron being fired off, the smoke delivered between the superior general eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ especial visitors'coming through this area in the succeeding couple of mean solar day,"Stephen said to her with a wicked grin."I found out the 163rd division has been ordered to retrograde and the 44th division is sitting on its haunches per gild of the NKVD. It appears that General Dashicev, leader of the Ninth Army corp of the Russians will be making a go of the front end lines."

"How…how did you find this out granddad ?"Nikkei asked, uncertain if her grandfather was pulling her leg or if he was telling the truth. She just sat there and shook her nous in awe at his temerity as he explained all he had been up to while gone. Then he told her the news she never dreamed of hearing, but confirmed by two break down hat he pulled out of his pocket and tossed into her lap…

The hats which belonged to two now at rest 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 substance to counterattack our USA. They never paid attention to the fact a ‘ Russian US Army messenger'might deem it worth the time to film out the commanding officeholder of their respective variance when the chance presented itself."

He showed her the appeal of newspaper, plans and former information he had taken from the now ruin flying field main office."I got this stuff for our effect before my ‘ gift'to the Russians went off…"

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to pick up the story. One thing she had come to do it of her grandfather is he had a fighting spirit that shone brave and true, and could be as remorseless as any liquidator when events called for him to be. She wondered if in clip, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will go the Sami way…

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

"Now that the bridge deck is destroyed, the generals gone, and most of the 44th Divisions supplies are no more, our face will give birth a much easy time disposing of them,"he clenched his clenched fist and grinned while his cold eyes blazed with gross fury and delight at the impending victory for the Suomi force out in the area.

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

Nikkei watched him absent a small box-like big money from the bottom of his haversack and headland for the threshold."Grandpa what are you doing ?"she asked, the concern audible in her articulation and visible on her face.

"I'll be coming back shortly Nikkei,"he said and then became deadly severe,"emphatically this metre keep abreast my social club, at the first base signal of peril catch your gear mechanism and flee as fast as you can. No leaving your skis behind or coming to notice me alright ?"He waited until she nodded,"You know the get together places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to flee head for one of the six position. The enthusiast already know to maintain and eye out for you if our travels turn for the worse."


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Captain Robinson and his smattering of men moved with utmost care as they swept the meeting seat for any signaling of an ambush from Russian forces. His men on the flanks indicated with script sign no one was in the area. His soft, disgusted curse seemed to echo across the wooded hills.

"Where in the human race has Stephen gotten off to this time ?"Robinson declared. He nearly had a heart attack as the sound of a pistol hammering being eased back into place filled his ears. The bodied next to him who still had a length of cold steel placed under his jaw did not move an inch.

"You're getting sloughy senior pilot Robinson,"Stephen said as he pulled both side arm away from the men, sliding them back into their holsters."I've been shadowing all of your men for the last half time of day ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

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

Sir Leslie Stephen pointed over his shoulder joint to where six Russian infantry lay absolutely."Like I said, you and your men are getting loose-fitting. Now let's get down to business as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd infantry segmentation headquarters and got these theme,"he tossed Robinson a dense satchel bag filled with vital information,"before my endowment to them went off."

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

"I hope this entropy is as lively as Stephen thinks it is,"Captain Lennox Robinson said to himself.

He had no idea just how utile and full of life it was to Field marshal Mannheim, whom gave off a shout of victory that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 Dec, 1939 England

In the halls of fantan men of office and office sat, or stood, around the long table discussing events, melodic theme or examined the great wall-mounted map which dominated the room. At the insisting of a lone man, the only one who dared to champ away on his trademark cigar, commenced to birth their destiny of the plan in business organization to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding Scandinavian language nations.

Many of the High Command, minister of religion and Parliamentarian looked at the cigar-chomping man with seismic disturbance, surprise, disbelief and apprehension for one to purpose such an audacious system. They listened as he delivered his reasons for the plan, why it will succeed if implemented in prison term, and the keen of gain towards thwarting Germany and its mighty war simple machine.

"gentleman,"Mr. Churchill declared while he thumped his clenched fist on the mesa,"We must aid Republic of Finland with all the supplies, arms and ammo, planer, tank car and troops we can while denying the administration of Deutschland the most vital resourcefulness they need. Fe ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Kingdom of Norway ; we will puzzle out both job with one expedition…cut off the mines from Federal Republic of Germany and have a vital itinerary to incite our rest period forcefulness on into Finland."

Churchill concealed other, longsighted mountain range plans currently unfolding in Germany that may gain an unexpected harvest in the weeks to come…especially one concerning premier Hitler…

Many in the Senior control approved the initial outlay of the architectural plan, and made a few recommendation here and there, seeking to down it into a workable outline. Even Prime Minister chamberlain gave his reluctant approval after an extensive debate on International law and intercession of inert and supreme lands.

Only one man dared to remain firm in opposition to the design, and even then only to assume a ‘ devils preach'stance.

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the table to gain everyone's attending."Distinguished gentlemen,"he began,"recall that we and France have been warned via the government of Switzerland that Germany will regard any comportment of Allied troop within the border of Norge or Kingdom of Sweden as an attack upon mainland Germany itself and leave in straightaway retaliation."

"It appears there is an intimate arrangement between Sweden and Federal Republic of Germany ; for our agentive role and striking are even now reporting that load of lowly weaponry, machine grease-gun and light-colored cannon, plus meaning amounts of ammo have even now crossed into the molding of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each point in time with a smacking of one hand into the other."This appears to be done via field of operations Marshal Hermann Goring, and with the livelihood of Chancellor Hitler. If we interfere with an invasion of Noreg and Sweden we will risk sundering the chain of supply going to Finland…lose that and Communist Russia will win by sheer weight unit of number."

Winston Churchill looked upon the minister of religion of War with eyes that blazed in righteous fury. Standing, he slammed his clenched fist on the tabular array and locked gazes with his adversary."Understand this, the fate of Finland and of the unloosen globe are tied together as one ; here are my arguments as to why the plan must go forth…"

The argumentation raged long into the night and well into the future dawning before the meeting came to a close ; nix had been decided, to the disappointment of many.



18 December, 1939 Germany

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the news contained in the top secret report in his hand. He read it three more multiplication, examining each contingent and fact and supposition for the least sign of dissembling or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

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

The man closed the study and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the North of Soviet Socialist Republics. He looked at his aide and gave off a rapid-fire chain of orders and sat back in his chair as the Edward Young captain ran off to foregather the ship's officer so indicated.

thirty minutes later chancellor Adolph Hitler stood before his gathered staff in the meeting elbow room that adjoined his office. For over six minute the merging continued, with Chancellor Der Fuhrer demanding hard response from each man, save for Marshal Goring, whom nodded at the unspoken question concerning the arcanum supplying being sent to Finland via Sweden.

In due orderliness a plan began to emerge for the opportunity that lay open before them, one which grew greater with each time of day Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic bled on the snowy line of business, hills, and forests."Gentlemen,"Hitler said,"We have a favorable opportunity that history and circumstances gives to one people to deepen the reality every millennium ; the blazonry bought by Sweden will continue without disruption, and we shall increase our gift of military intelligence to Finland."

premier Hitler walked over to the large wall map and rapped his fist hard on the delimitation of Finland - Russia."That is where Russia and the communists will be bled white, and here,"he slammed his fist hard lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The gain men looked upon such a bold and mere conception with equal criterion of awe, electric shock and hunger, for indeed a golden opportunity - one filled with danger and extreme hazard true - had arrived to render an mortal blow to their ancestral enemy.

"premier Hitler,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your favorable reception we will begin to make preparations."

Hitler nodded and then said to the departing officers and parson,"This information changes all we have expected, the downfall of Soviet Union 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 words happened to be…



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

Nikkei paused as she and Stephen neared the top of the hill and motioned for him to do the Lapp. She strained to pick up the sound she heard a moment before and then grinned when it became crystalize, another Russian courier on a minibike was making his rounds along the master road.

Stephen smiled and motioned to a spot halfway up the James Jerome Hill, a cleft in the rocks surrounded by sizable bush and trees which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a bombastic boulder surrounded by larger trees where he will cover her as she took down the courier ; from long practice session both reached their positions, shed their skis and had their various weapons - the Suomi KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden wafture from Nikkei told Stephen something else was amiss, as she looked traumatize for the first off fourth dimension 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 route long since churned to mud and junk due to the near constant dealings and treads of the tanks.

Four motorbike precaution led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored tank, a staff car that was made for a upper-level military officer, possibly a sphere marshal, visiting the front argumentation. To the rear of the convoy, four more than motorbike mounted guards completed the suite. If not for the presence of that army tank, no affair how small compared to its armored chum, he would get had Nikkei engage the staff car while he took down the motorbike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted tank,"he pumped his fist in pure defeat that such a keen trophy is getting away, only to realize his mistake a moment later…


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Nikkei lined her slew upon the two heavy, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, barrels of the clear storage tank. For once she was glad to have a magazine loaded with Stephen ‘ special ammo'for such an function. She kept adjusting her aim to indemnify for the slow creeping overture of the armour creature, growing more impatient with each endorsement that Stephen mulled over her taking the injection or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the corner of her eye she saw Sir Leslie Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon signaling for her to take off any ambush they have established. One final exam alteration on her leading the tank, and a pacify squeeze of the trigger…

blast !
Bang !

Twice she worked the rifle bolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down sweeping motion to reload for the next stroke she would need. She paid the tank no more attentiveness, swinging around to the staff car even then breaking and sliding across the ice and mud covered road…

Bang !

The staff motorcar left-back tire shredded from the bullets impact, the instigative charge igniting the pencil eraser material almost instantly. The resident of the staff car leapt from the vehicle as the motorbike safety device leapt to underwrite one man in a black greatcoat…the gleam of the sunup sunlight off of his rank lapels denoted him to be a true award, maybe the Russian superior general her granddad rung of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed cartridge, palmed the rifle bolt and chambered the first of all turn of steady ammo she used. The sound of the Russians firing with handgun and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding land did not have her any alarm…

roar !

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

She rolled to one side of the sheltering pit as a second cannon round slammed home closer than the last. Her ears pounded from the deafening noise, pearl hurt and gut felt as if it had been reduced to mush. The steady tap - tapping of Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the tale of all in Russians and his effort to cark the tank…

gold rush ! ! !

The military force of the eruption bodily lifted Nikkei off the ground like a rag doll. With pinna still ringing like a clamor of church bells she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the Harlan Fiske Stone and gasped at the raft before her…the staff car and to the highest degree of the motorbike had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroyed tank poured forth a holla mainstay of flame heights into the break of the day sky.

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

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


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

fringe !

quaternary more than guesswork followed in quick taking over, and then came a strange calmness only parted by the continuous roar of the fire tank car. He grinned at the precision work of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the boundary of the woods and prepared to cross the road. Stephen wondered what information that might benefit the Finnish Armed military unit awaited his breakthrough on that abruptly military officer's carcass…

The sudden arrival of two squadrons of Russian light poor boy and fighters which passed low and close over his place changed everything. There is no way they could get missed the massacre that had been inflicted on the low but important caravan ; especially as the tank still burned like a blowtorch with a column of black smoke clawing ever higher into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the woods, and raced to Nikkei to avail her get gear up for a fast, hard and long march deeper into the forest track. Three more Russian aircraft squadrons passed command processing overhead, and he prayed that none of the fender would look down and spot him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

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

A shortsighted whistle caught her care and she watched Stephen waving to her, steer down a little incline trail that snaked among the woods, and pushed off with her celestial pole, pressing to keep up with the hard footstep he set for them.

They pushed onward fast and hard to increase the distance between them and the lying in wait site. Then came the clarion call of a mark or to a greater extent of planes high-pitched viewgraph. At the edge of a large clearing they watched the grand transmitting aerial engagement then being waged high in the skies ; a saltation of end between the Suomi and Russian Air Forces so far above the earth…

condensation trail 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 dope. Outnumbered by eight to one the Finnish original pressed home each of their attacks, savaging the Russian constitution that sought to make it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless clutches of the earth.

It ended in less than ten mo during which Stephen counted the Russians had lost seventeen hero and xi zep. From the trail of inkiness smoke which departed to the E, at least twice that phone number of planes had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their bases. As for losings on the side of meat of Republic of Finland, he could not tell one way or another.

Two hours later as the dyad stopped to catch their breathing time, having covered nearly seven kilometers, Stephen gave Nikkei a impish grin and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to set your taking of that tank ?"

"How about a squirrel gramps ?"she replied. To her amazement he agreed, and when they set refugee camp that Night among some old laying waste he added five small foxes and one squirrel to her growing tally of kills recorded on the rifle.

"Grandpa,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the close call with death at the manpower of the tanks returned fire."Who would the Russians send to the front strain escorted by a tank, and so many minibike rider ?"

Stephen paused and rubbed his paw over his Chin as he mulled the question over and over. Finally he reached the just logical end that fit the evidence of such a caravan moving with minimum guard."The only thing that makes horse sense was either a new Divisional commander or possibly the commander of the Russian ninth Army corp, general Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, deliver done much to disrupt the Russian Army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's pilus with his hand despite her skilful effort to stand him off,"Come now Nikkei we have to press 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 blow up next."

"granddaddy is there any fortune I can get a bath ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any kind of good tidings in the matter.

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

Stephen shook his head and moved to catch up with Nikkei, who raced on down the trail determined to receive her hot bath."Never underreckoning that girl…so much like me after all…still a grand old day, and one less Major pain sensation of a Russian leader to be concerned with."

In a smattering of days Sir Leslie Stephen and Nikkei would discover who was in the ambuscade convoy. Yet the mountain chain of effect unleashed by their feat will take longer to unfold and shape not only the winter War, but the sprightliness of 10 of millions of the great unwashed across Europe and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA headquarters, Moscow

PM Stalin watched from the high balcony of STAVKA headquarters as the lighting police squad prepared for the following bout of executions. Normally the ken of such bloodletting would quell his sadistic rages in hour, but not this eventide. No, this evening the blood line would flow in red current across the ground. The incompetent person who had allowed such disgrace and superfluity to derive upon the USSR had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Stalin slammed his clenched fist on the stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond sensibility or reason. He had sent his minister of religion of Defense, Marshal Voroshilov to join with Ninth Army Corps commanding officer General Dashicev and get to the backside of the mess at the strawman demarcation. The ninth US Army corp should make sliced Finland in one-half at the waist weeks ago, yet had not advanced more than lx kilometers across the border, and if the news report are true, two elite group infantry segmentation had been destroyed by a bluff and foolhardy Finnish counterattack.

He watched as the objurgate men, the military machine unit who was to travel with Marshal Voroshilov to the front lines, were brought to the rampart five at a prison term. The drawing card of the firing squad executed each command with well honed preciseness, his men fired on command with no hesitation and the following in line to be shot had the honour of dragging their dead friends away before assuming their situation 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 bodyguards of Marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commander's office and summarily shot him dead for his crimes against the state.

hr after hour he stood on that balcony as the instruction execution continued well into the nighttime. Once the final man of the bodyguard unit of measurement was disposed of, the fate of those NKVD flock who failed to assure the roadway followed.

Until the news of the United States Marshals Service death had arrived, few dared to gainsay his decision to occupy Suomi and to repair what land rightfully belonged to Russia and Soviet Russia alone. Even Sweden and Noreg began to take their question about standing up against Russia on the face of Finland, until the world wire and receiving set service had announced the death of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing victory scored by the Finnish armies against the Russian effect fighting it out on the isthmus, many Earth leaders now pledged to support Finland in any way possible. And now FRG, the ostensible ally of Russian Federation, had begun to send out feeler to the Scandinavian governments to see if German ships bearing weaponry and supplies for Finland would be permitted passage through their territory.


Once again Stalin seethed at the continuous betrayal heaped upon treachery of the public Nation against the lift of the USSR, and of the domination of the world by Communist force out. They refuse to see and make out the inevitableness of his cause and cause, to bring the man into a communist golden age no issue the price in line and fire.

"No the war will continue on,"Stalin growled, his anger still stoked to stage beyond comprehension,"more men and armored combat vehicle will be sent, to a greater extent woodworking plane dispatched and we will fight on until I have victory over the Finnish who dishonored me in 1921, or the last Russian crepuscule dead on the field."

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


24 Dec, 1939 Finland Supreme bidding Headquarters

For the first time since the war with Russia had commenced airfield Marshal Mannheim allowed himself to give off a chuckle and a smile at the bad laugh one of his aide told. He returned to the mathematical function and reports laid out on the mesa before him, listening to the unending delivery of memorandum, messages, intelligence and so forward.

On the 22nd of Dec the Russian Seventh USA Corp threw itself at the Mannerheim defensive line, a wide-cut force of nine foot divisions, three tankful brigades and a light armor corps of armoured auto and fast tanks. The soviet general had come up with a crafty program, cross the ice-covered lakes where tanks and armor vehicle could control and draw out long lines of infantry-bearing sledge ; other social unit would mount a simultaneous Assault from the soil and submerge the defenders.

A brilliant plan that would consume worked, save up for the Finnish pathfinder and wrecker operating in the Russian rear-areas who discovered the programme and troop movements…exactly as the intelligence gathered by the ‘ Ghost Bear'had indicated.

Forewarned the breast line commandant had applied scientist rig up a monumental surprise for the Russian assault - remote-detonated explosives combined with the usance of their pre-registered heavy trench mortar and the new dense anti-tank shank ( which had arrived via Sweden ) that lined the fortified positions along the shoreline.

The Russian attack began with a massive ten-hour artillery barrage followed by the first wave of Russian scout group surging across the ice. Explosives and artillery decimated the Russian personnel, sending tanks and sled into the watery depths below shattered ice. The armored fomite and tanks that did get to the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank guns and the foot who joined in the one-sided massacre of the lakes.

The land battle had been a much closer matter, thirteen time of day of hellish combat that left over two-hundred burned out tanks and thousands of Russian dead stacked like cordwood. The Finnish armed force-out had paid a dear price for it, yet the newly deployed foreign Volunteer made the conflict in amount and quality…some 25000 troops from Magyarorszag, Italia, Kingdom of Sweden and Norge plus a sprinkle of other nationalities, heroes each and every one !

subject account combined with intercepted contagion programme in the illuminate from the Russian Seventh regular army Corp headquarters nearly matched. For all intensive role the one-seventh Army had been destroyed in that one swell winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their offensive north of Lake Ladoga. Five foot divisions of the Russian eighth regular army army corps, with heavy cooler and ordnance support, assaulted the weak-appearing Suomi positions with a groovy deal of enthusiasm and determination ; only to incur out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting part of bunkers, artillery, machine gun nests, minefields and anti-tank artillery which shredded the Russians in to a lesser extent than seven hours.

Again it was the alien volunteers who helped make water the deviation, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose military acquirement and expertness allowed them to press as gruelling as his Finnish U. S. Army scout group ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their party favour, with XXI Suomi Air Force planes downed for ninety-seven Russian. The commanding worldwide for the eighth regular army very politely stayed in his field headquarters when a six battery barrage fire of Finnish grave artillery landed on its position.

Field marshall Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his gathered officers."Our scout group, the foreign volunteer forces, and the supplies of weapon and ammo from Sweden, Noreg, Italian Republic and Hungary are making the difference ; how ironic that so much of the death we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"Field marshal,"one of Mannheim's aides quietly said and handed over a series of message forms for him. He read them quickly, one of them various multiplication and looked to his intelligence gaffer who nodded and grinned like a wolf. He just stood there in shock, unable to believe for a time that two partizan - the Ghost Bear and Snow Fox had doubled their former coup d'etat over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this outstanding gift you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his fountainhead in a brief supplication of thanks and praise. The confirmation of reenforcement - reservists and foreign volunteer - to stiffen the Suomi defender facing the Ninth and Fourteenth army was slap-up word, and now this natural endowment on Christmas Eve truly was heaven sent.

marshal Mannheim made a preeminence to take in those two partisans decorated if Finland managed to hold on and win the on-going war.

"valet,"he called out, his representative instantly cutting through the cacophony of haphazardness loud and distinct.

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

"whirl the tidings to all our front man course effect as well, but indicate they are to be doubly wakeful at this newsworthiness,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not forget nor forgive. We can expect them to bump off even more reinforcements and faster than ever to see to it our country is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much gentlemen,"he continued, his iron-hard regard locking on every man and woman in turn,"our side has won many smashing triumph and the good overlord has delivered the opposition leaders into our mitt as well, but we have not won the war. Our greatest conflict may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our forces who are facing the Ninth and Fourteenth Russian Army Corps to tighten their defenses so we can pin those forces in place."

"Gentlemen, I sense a great change is coming in the air, a storm greater than anything we have ever seen will hit and change the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the tempest would be one of blood, fire and blade coming down on their enemies in short order.



25 December, 1939 rear-area Russian ninth Army corp

Nikkei slid deeper into the steaming water and reveled in the acute heat and flaccid waves that lapped across her abdomen and breasts. She twirled her fingers in the water, generating ripples that spread out and glistened in the delicate lantern light ; such a simple giving she wanted for Xmas, a hot bathing tub, something she took for granted before the war began…before her world turned top down and slammed to the footing with roughshod intensity.

For four days she and Stephen had been cooped up in the ruins of an old hunting hostel that actually had body of water piped in from a nearby hot springiness. The low moaning of the snowstorm reminded her of old wraith stories her Padre would tell near the hearth, shadows dancing on the paries as he moved about, often making creature shadower with his hands in renditions of ‘ Peter and the Wolf.'

One strong rush of wind that pounded on the door blocked by an old lounge and desk, to keep well-fixed entry by anyone in the field, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a bounty as she on the birthday of the Prince of Peace. Most of the old lodge lay exposed to the element, but enough remained, such as the bathing elbow room she occupied, to provide in good order shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the situation 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 computer memory of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the brutes 300kg carcass outside so it did not stink up the ease of the blank space hardly made it worth the effort. Her being able-bodied to aim a hot bath and rid herself of 24-hour interval of grease and scandal made it worth the effort.

She gathered a productive lathering of liquid ecstasy on her hands and the rag, and then slowly began to scrub down her face, neck and weapons system. The accumulated dirt and tensity built from the start of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could relax for a time, gratuitous of the upkeep and retentivity of the wider world.

On one chest she softly swirled the rag in sensuous circuit that advanced unto her self-conceited nipple. esthesis both old and new flowed into her intellect, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully explore or to even utter about with anyone. Her eyes closed and a soft pant passed her open back talk as a cold-shoulder quiver played along her body ; the heat of the water accentuated the enjoyable wafture which flowed one upon another along the really fibers of her being.

Her dislodge hand came to rest between her breasts, and the finger's breadth slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to caress and badger and please a constituent of her body that sent her unto the welkin with sensuous bliss that she could only compare to the strain of the heavenly consort. Nikkei sensed her heart lacing faster and faster as her breathing place quickened, blood thundered and her trunk came live in a rainbow of sensations that could not be described.

She pushed her fingers into the depth of her womanhood as far as she could ; determined to draw out each bit of pleasure potential. Of course she was still a virgin at the age of eighteen, unlike so many of her admirer and early close kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be unable to have children, thus making her the disdain of the Village and a bad wedding prospect.

The wilderness, raw, primordial surge of flame and rut caught her off guard as a thousand K of cosmos cascaded before her, countless probability of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her pleasure to the world when her tone ending hit.

Her hands covered her sass as she blushed recondite than ever before in her liveliness, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even cryptic as Stephen burst through the room access with a drawn shooting iron, lost his footing on the slipperiness floor and tumbled expression first into the bathtub with Nikkei.

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

"Grandpa, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the edge of the bath. When Stephen looked at her with an abashed smiling she gasped, clutched her sleeve over her bared tit and slid oceanic abyss into the urine while a hot blush surged deep and red across her already flush cheeks. All she wanted to do was evaporate away and disappear ; her mind tore in different focussing, desires playing a thousand melodic phrase at once while she fought to tone down the confusion.

On the battle field sniping at the opposition she has mastered her emotions to a delicately arcdegree ; but in the matters of the nub, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her nous but could not tear her eyes away from him as he pulled off his shirt and wrung the water system of it…the iron-hard brawniness of his lithe figure, crossed with a roadmap of scars acquired over a life-time of hardship and conflict, flexed with each twist made upon his shirt.

He whipped the shirt a few clock time to get any remaining droplets free and grinned at Nikkei."Sorry Nikkei I had thought that a bear or a Russian had gotten into the bathing elbow room and I got careless again…"

Nikkei was unable to believe her ears, for her grandpa 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 hold,"Stephen said while softly chuckling,"that is one way to ask a man to join you in the tub, though I'm not sure both of us would fit. Although I could try if you insist…"

He laughed at the cute little squealing auditory sensation given off by Nikkei at his prompting. Though as he left the room to deepen and dry his fabric, the scintillation that danced in her eye spoke volumes to his experient center and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Sir Leslie Stephen pulled the belittled punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the a la mode little fox-marker added to the wooden fund. Feeling the smoothness of the indent he coated the exposed wood with an gold hued stain, when dry it will glisten with a honey-gold texture as any light played across it.

"One More of so many Fox added, I had taught my granddaughter to run for deer, boar and bear."Sir Leslie Stephen gave off a deep, revolt sigh at the winds of fate and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a hunter of Russians who have raped our motherland and slip her future tense. All those years ago when her phratry adopted her…."

His judgment drifted into retentivity of his lost crime syndicate all those yr ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the office failed to get hold the parents of the little girl found wandering alone in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, her article of clothing covered in blood…

A lady friend of unfeigned mysteries who had grown into a ok young woman ; one that he wished he could have given a life of peace to instead of the goddam war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the desktop the static-filled programme of Finnish and Scandinavian receiving set post declared their holiday wishes and greeting, and then spread the usual updates of the war.

"To all of our members of Finland's armed military force engaged in the do-or-die battles to protect our homeland from the barbarian of the Soviet labor union. I and all of our masses thank you for the dedication and forfeiture of so lots you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the parentage of the Prince of peace each of you find substitute from this endless suffering inflicted by the Russians.."

Stephen half-listened to the radiocommunication static filled broadcast. He heard the item given of the majuscule struggle fought on the isthmus and near Lake Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian Seventh and Eighth USA army corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before stubborn Finnish ohmic resistance"assisted by volunteers who support our case for freedom and self-determination as a democracy against the autocratic might of Communist Russia."

"We wish to substantiate that in the last workweek the Russian US Army shock force out of the Russian Ninth Army Corps has suffered extreme reverse due to our nation's army, air force and partisans active behind the foe lines. It has been confirmed that the Ninth regular army has lost their commander, one full general Dashicev along with the government minister of Defense for the Soviet Union, Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the figurehead stock to see first-hand what had caused the one-ninth Army to be held up in the field."

Sir Leslie Stephen turned his wax attention to the radio…

"My comrade Fin's our beloved solders and nationals fighting behind the lines have demonstrated tacky and clear to the globe why the Ninth ground forces, along with all other Russian United States Army Corps, has failed to crush our Carry Nation. In the end of the Defense Minister Russia has learned the deterrent example we will never cede and never yield to their forces of enslavement. And so with each battle we undertake against the Russian invaders, we bleed them and bleed them more, until the day will come in the near future when they will take defeat and seek to make a just and honorable peace."

"May the fourth dimension soon come when we can tell in full the activeness of the two known as the Baron Snow of Leicester Fox and the Ghost Bear ; may God keep them safe and wield them as instruments of justice against our antediluvian enemies from the barbarian lands of Russia."

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

He imagined how Nikkei would dance around like an ale-drunken bee after earshot of the booty she had bagged. The demise of general Dashicev was receive news, and showed his guess as to who occupied the faculty car in the train they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian Minister of Defense, truly marked the neat booty any zealot sniper could hope to score short-circuit of Premier Stalin.

He gently cleaned the rifle with an old rag, gently removing the to the lowest degree touch of grunge, rubble or oil his employment may have left upon it."I made this for my near Nikkei to run deer and bear with, and now she ahs been forced by this war to get a Orion of men. I wish her parents could see her now…"


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

"Tomorrow I have to go and ‘ see what is going on'again ; hopefully this sentence Nikkei will not insist on coming along with me."He looked at the small slew of supplies that had been cached away in the cellar of the old search lodge. While Nikkei had been taking her bathroom he had gone down and brought the nutrient, cloths, ammo and other assorted goodness the two needed as they hunted Russians.

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

That little transmitter has proven to be a true wonder. Incredibly small, lightweight and reliable, he can use it to relay or receive part and Morse-code sign. His old friend in the United body politic who made it was a generation ahead of his time, and a simpleton attachment allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tensions between Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and Finland had begun to increase, he and his cuss smugglers plus some of the liaison they had within the armed forces began to plan and prepare. Thus a relay-chain of a sorting exists to spend info and instructions along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in brief transmittance of Morse-code to debar counter detection by the Russians.

Other information, orders and the like are broadcast five clip daily by the politics over the public radiocommunication broadcasts. No affair how much the Russians may try, only the leader of the enthusiast in specific areas behind the lines possessed the necessary computer code to empathize them.

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

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

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

Wrapped in a thick cotton robe, Nikkei sat before the attack and retain towel her hair dry.

Stephen looked up at her, the twinkle from the flaming caressing her in a swirling dance of luminance and shadow. He saw her chewing on her lowly lip, obviously troubled by something, or more in all likelihood 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 worried or troubled, so please order me and if I have wronged you somehow…"

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

She opened her robe to break her bared stomach, thigh and boob for him to see, hoping that he will not work away from her unspoken head. One hand came to rest on his flushed impudence, the heat flowing into her mitt as she began to caress his iron-hard, weather-beaten, scar skin in such a gentle way that it twitched with each soft and frail stroke.

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

Sir Leslie Stephen's optic drank in every sensuous and gentle curve of her trunk, the fullness of her gold hair, balmy downhearted center full-of-the-moon of life and pain mixed in touch measure, the becalm rise and decline of her relegate bosom. As his regard descended to her most confidant of treasures she shifted her leg adequate for him to see her bared fair sex and the slight glint of moisture 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 brainiac flared to ashen insensibility. He could not believe this is actually happening and with his dear and only surviving granddaughter…

"Grandpa I want this to be my talent to you,"she said to him. He could discover the dearest and affection in her voice for him, something that had been there for twelvemonth and only now did he infer in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in lovemaking with him farseeing ago and now sought to move their congress to the succeeding level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be alive and free of worry and ira,"she said, her oculus releasing a lone buck down her cheek."I want to be your present grandpa for tonight, to prompt us both what life means ; I don't expect to arrive at it through this war, so often death has already come close…and with that tank firing at me…"she shuddered at the memory board of how stopping point she had brushed with demise that day.

She moved to Sir Leslie Stephen and sat down on his lap with her legs crossing behind his spinal column. Her one script brought his to roost on her heart ; the bare touch of his skin on hers sent a thrill and chill blazing across her being. When he began to caress her breast, teasing more and to a greater extent impassioned waves of pleasure from her consistence, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the subdued Baron Snow of Leicester does before the flaming of a fire.

He kissed her boldness and softly blew hassock of his heated breath on her cervix. Stroking her pilus he looked once again into her eyes and seen the love and jitteriness performing against one another."Are you sure this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first clip in such issue and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

The fierce embrace and fiery osculation she gave him answered all his questions.

So it was that they entered the oldest of Song, and fulfilled the oldest dance of all, two heart and soul and two bodies coming together in one ; the cries of love and primal dismission echoed throughout the old downfall until Stephen released his life cum into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the exertion. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smiles and whispering words meant for them alone.

An hr later as Nikkei contently slept away, her appease snore merging with the crackling flame, Stephen gave her a smile and softly kissed her on the cheek before laying down for his own rest period. He made sure though that his pistols and hunting tongue were within easy grabbing distance if they were needed.


28 December, 1939 Suomussalimi, Republic of Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the messenger salute and dismissed him with a perfunctory wave of his hand.

Two days ago he had been alerted to important program line that will arrive at his HQ ; and given the current conditions that raged just outside the hotels thick stone bulwark, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a messenger to be risked in temperatures, snow and lead that were the unfit in immortalise history.

Since him and the 27th foot Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign volunteer, he had waged relentless guerrilla warfare to bleed the Russian Ninth Army Corp white and hold them to this neighborhood when from all accounts they could deliver been used on the Isthmus during the live on 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 fend for and not attack, and the same for them…a foiling that grew all the more with each passing day. Even his raiding parties had met with minimum success, save for sniping at the Russians who hid in their gird positions.

Only Captain James Harvey Robinson and his men, aided by the partisans led by the old colonel Stephen and his aide called"blow Fox"have scored monolithic succeeder upon success upon winner. When he considered the reputation of the old colonel, commonly known as the"Ghost Bear'in the last great war, it is little wonder the man leads and coordinates the zealot to such a record, even as he and the snow Fox carry out their own two-person cause upon the detest Russians.

He opened the package and withdrew out the parcel of documents and photograph, and whistled when he gave the top page - lodge from orbit marshal Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in brief and concise particular that major reinforcements were expected to be arriving inside two weeks for the Russian Ninth Army Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his field main office. He shouted above the howling wind for his senior officers to collect around him as he woke his number one wood to take him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything substantial than raids across the river to slice apart the remaining strength of the Ninth Army while fourth dimension remained. So he had chosen to inspect the forward defenses and secure the Russians received a lovesome welcome when they struck.

As expected, the Department of Defense were hard and growing solid with each departure day ; with log and stone bunkers living accommodations machine guns, 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 December, 1939 German capital, Germany

"Ah yes, I will take this one here,"Admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with amercement diamonds. He held it in both handwriting and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the lighter played across each gemstone. The jeweller had promised the endowment would be crafted to flawlessness, and so he had achieved yet again with the giving for his dear wife.

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

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

The sound of sirens caused everyone to work and determine the street as the motorcade of Chancellor Hitler began to make pass by. Donitz looked at his watch and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some workplace was being done on his fomite hold out night as I left the post. Did you remember to have that looked into Klaus ?"

"Yes sir, I had it checked out by naval security, and the Gestapo major in direction of security ensured me when I appeared in individual that ‘ a minor trouble had arisen and was even now being fixed.'nearly strange accent though for the man,"Major Klaus never finished his sentence.

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

Donitz coughed, choked and gasped for air amidst the roiling cloud of dust and smoke. He made his way out to the street where many vehicle burned, and all too many citizenry lay on the ground in pools of red. One look at the worm, burning stiff of the prime minister car told him there would be, could not be, any survivor ; but he rushed over to see if against all odds his nations leader had somehow survived.

The military bodyguard swarmed the area to get ahead control as fast as possible ; one military officer threatened Admiral Donitz until he showed his military newspaper publisher and then took command over the shot. All too swiftly the verity was confirmed when the fires of the Chancellors car were extinguished at long finis.

Chancellor of the Exchequer Hitler was dead, assassinated by a bomb placed within the car that had detonated the gasolene tank.

"So it has been accomplished,"admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his drumhead in unbelief, a wonderful act for the sake of appearances to the hatful. His personal agentive role, 1 loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the network of Russian spy and agentive role that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their program to forge. Now that it had, his allies in the High German politics would ensure his successiveness to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the musical accompaniment of Goering and his faction, would take with Russia once and for all…of course he still had to shit a ‘ phone call'to the mastermind behind this mad plot to ensure his own survival.


30 Dec, 1939 Moscow, Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic

Everyone in the room jumped at the individual gunshot that seemed to grumble and spring about the meeting room for the High Command of the Russian Armed effect. Quickly they resumed their posture of entire attention, each expecting to be the succeeding one personally gunned down by the man at the head of the table…

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

"I will suffer no more failures in the matter of this war with Finland,"he growled,"each day our nation loses yet More influence, respect and position around the world. I have since the flush it offensive of 22-23 December given rules of order for monolithic strengthener to deploy in the areas of the seventh and Eighth US Army army corps, we have peace with the German language and thus our front with them is now reduced to endorsement and 3rd rank units ; the elite military unit being redeployed will be in office by the end of January, when the final offensive shall begin."

"The Ninth Army corp shall conduct limited offensives ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any more major usage."He smashed his fist onto the table many times to emphasize his degree.

Stalin went on for some clock time berating the reality for all manner of perceived rebuff and plots being carried out against him and the Soviet Union. His rage grew to such heights and profundity that many of the men gathered feared he would either die of a stroke ; or have everyone shot down on the billet by the sub-machinegun wielding NKVD bodyguard who circled behind each man like a observance and waiting vulture.

From one face an officer appeared, delivered several message forms to Stalin and then bolted for his life after being dismissed with a casual wave. As he scanned them his mood swung from rage to outright joy back to a simmering, stewing rage that promised dying to soul before the night passed.

"Gentlemen,"Stalin declared with a coerce equanimity and smiling while holding up the tertiary message form in one hand,"as I stated, we have peace with Germany and now it is guaranteed for some time to come. Our agents in the German language High Command have confirmed the news being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is absolutely. Someone managed to post an explosive device inside of his armour car, and needless to say the carnage wrought was phenomenal. Admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new premier of Germany and thus will lead many months to fully dispose of his rivals and gather full control over his Carry Amelia Moore Nation's governance."

The staff ship's officer and minister shouted and cheered at the news program of Der Fuhrer's death, and gave off outcry for the foresightful life of chancellor Stalin, the Soviet conjugation and the inevitable domination of the world by Communism. By almost universal spontaneousness they began to sing the home Sung dynasty of Russian Federation, their dedication and belief in their crusade having been reconfirmed by the universe at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two former substance that arrived at the same time. They detailed the campaign of Generals Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Finland Front. During the escape to headquarters near a secured airport the plane carrying them, escorted by twelve scrapper, was jumped by a large number of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian original fought until their sheet went down in flames. Despite their best efforts, the planer carrying both general had been shot down as well with no survivors. Once again the leadership of his armed violence had disappointed him, and the reports of flagging morale among the infantry along with some units on the sharpness of mutiny confirmed the officers were deliberately failing, seeking cause to boot out him once and for all from power.

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

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

Within forty-eight minute the ancestry bath had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed forces gamey command and replacing all military officer of Major or higher social status with Political commissars. He gave new Order to all of the Russian armed military group ; any hint of disloyalty or lack of proper communist spirit will lead in that man's integral platoon or company being summarily executed en mass.

Stalin never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding chain of effect his rage and lust for blood would loose in shortly order…


30 December, 1939 Germany, OKH heights instruction

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

Their execution guarantee were the first-class honours degree matter taken guardianship of by Donitz after taking the curse word of office. Now he had a monumental choice to lay down, one discussed long into the nighttime by him and the High Command. He had been cognisant of plans being drafted, on Hitler's rescript, for an invasion of Russia…he wondered if Hitler had been aware of his pending dying, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's Death at the custody of surmise Russian broker, proven or not, gave them the legal and moral Justice Department for the encroachment to come. The major world loss leader, even those of France and Britain, had been contacted via direct or third-party transmitted line of the architectural plan to deal with USSR and Stalin for their perfidy in assassinating the German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the common condolences and assorted arcdegree of admonishment of Russia.

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

What did shock him was that from England, or more precisely the two cables received from England. One from the sevens condemning Russia and urging peace dialogue are held between Russia and Germany to break up this matter ; the latter, and thus the most significant as far as Donitz was concerned came directly from Churchill…


To the Chancellor of Deutschland, full admiral Donitz,

In headache to the matter of Russian Federation and their demonstrated barbarity to the right behaviour of relations between government activity I say this much. So long as Marshal Hermann Wilhelm Goring continues to supply branch to Finland via Sweden and no interference with our own arms shipments to Finland comes about, we wish you God speed and critical victory over the godless Russian government of Stalin.

"Gentlemen,"premier Donitz began as he turned to face the gathered High Command,"most of our forces are in lieu already since the invasion of Polska and we have managed to secretly increase our forces there by a large degree. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the design and overall goal ?"

Each policeman in round affirmed his theatrical role and detailed any final stage minute concerns, point and so Forth. Satisfied that all is in station Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the parliamentary law laid out before him…

"Gentlemen"he said,"cognitive process Wotan, the invasion and destruction of the Soviet Union, will start at 12:01 a.m. on 10 Jan, 1940. Stalin has inflicted pain and stock upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Stalin sewed the steer with the seeded player of war in Republic of Finland, and now he will glean the harvest of brand and lineage and ardour born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 December, 1939 England, unidentified location

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

He hung up the phone and sighed at the chain of effect now coming Forth to realisation. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Russia Patrick White as Suomi continued to defy rough-cut sensation, logic and impression in their coherent crushing of one Russian US Army corp after another in horrendous struggle around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the radio of such paladin as the Snow Devil, spook Bear and the Snow Fox. Individuals who had managed to inflict mountain carnage at key fourth dimension and location on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Finland battlefront perished with intelligence given to the Finland Air force from Britain.

Of trend, the blackwash of Hitler carried out by disloyal German language who assumed the British agents who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a typeface to economize the Western world. Soviet Russia and Germany will shed blood each other white, and by the sentence they deal with one another, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and French Republic will be gear up to look the German armies who will come at them.

As a historiographer Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of death and destruction he has unleashed, but for the sake of a unloose future and saving tenner of millions of lifetime, he chose the lesser of two evils set before him.

One other issue caused him no end of worry ; the uncomplicated fact of Admiral Donitz being able to rank a head vociferation to First Duke of Marlborough's ‘ undercover'location meant the man had federal agent all over England. Agents that for some reason he used for his own mysterious function and never shared with his associate Germans.

Churchill shook his head, mentally replaying the conversation word by Word he had with the new Chancellor of Germany. He examined each nuance, mannerism and inflection for the slim edge it may give him in any future dealings with Admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, temerity, and cunning of the man were incredible to hear and witness as he described to Winston Churchill dates, times, places and conversations of English penetration agents and spies who had manipulated the Russian agents 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. Churchill folded his handwriting together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decode this coordination compound enigma enshrouded within a riddle that represented Donitz…no matter what ; Donitz had proven to be an opponent Charles Frederick Worth watching very, very closely.


8 January, 1940 rear-area Russian Ninth Army corp

Commissar General Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the first mavin of the night emerge in the clear sky. It reminded him of the belittled husbandry village he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the Revolution and subsequent dominance of the communist party.

Of path this item Suomi residential district, once called summertime Mist, had been exterminated in the first hour of the war. These citizenry had refused to see the inevitable, that their government had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the due west and thus they had paid for the perfidy of the Republic of Finland government who refused to abide by with the rightful demand of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a curiosity as the night to see,"he stated to the aide-de-camp and to Commissar Major-Generals Romanoff and Cranston, commanders of the 51st and 58th Infantry Divisions."Now then, I have program 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 summertime Mist Stephen watched with piercing interest the cluster of tents and vehicles which marked the army corps headquarters unit. The collection of officers standing out in the cold told him loud and clear that they were aged Russian commanders ; ones that would discover a final and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the headquarters new placement from one of many minibike riding messenger they had disposed of since Christmastide. Her rage at the mere thought process of Russians standing amidst her old home only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the opportunity to grade one Thomas More John Roy Major victory over the invaders.

The Finnish receiving set stations conducted their regular updates of the war, now reduced to a range of mountains of violent skirmishes on the front lines and aery engagement between the Republic of Finland and Russian air power. The substance sent to partisan units behind the lines confirmed this, plus directed them to strike as hard as they can when opportunity presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's situation to his right and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a clump of rocks, tree diagram, shrubs and a lead by the nose cloak set up as a Orion blind he could barely pee out her outline as she lay as low to the priming as potential. With a gesture he informed her to frivol away when the best opportunity presented itself.

Sir Leslie Stephen returned to watching the ingroup with his binoculars, noting a rumbling band of truck passing behind the commander'tent…




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commissar full general Kolya turned to face the dense convoy of trucks that snaked its way up the road and passed his collapsible shelter. One set of NKVD personnel riding in the dorsum of a truck saluted as they passed, as did the future and the adjacent after that. His heart surged in pridefulness at this K display of proper political flavor and loyalty to the res publica which he will use to urge on and terrify the Russian foot into proper shape.

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

Two day ago he had assumed control of the Ninth Army Corp and now he has to distribute with this insurrection ; and if reports are true, it is spreading like wildfire in a drouth stricken afforest through the Russian Army…especially with social unit being sent to reinforce the Suomi Front.

He turned to the two divisional commander and waved at the passing motortruck,"Gentlemen these are the true heart and soul of the state ; you will worst the men of your new whole into build and then we shall deal with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing truck repeatedly backfired.


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

She squeezed the trigger…

Bang !


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commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston watched in slack-jawed horror as their air force officer toppled forward as a marionette cut unloose of its strings. The headquarters safety, gathered officers and faculty looked at the crimson soil that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the gabardine C ; for an timeless existence of clock time they could not force their bodies to proceed, horrified at having death sojourn them so far behind the front lines…

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


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

smasher !
boot !



Twice more her rifle barked, the stochasticity covered by the unceasing backfiring of the motortruck. As per Sir Leslie Stephen plan she immediately backed from her position, pulled down the C. P. Snow cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. interior ten hour they were skiing severely and loyal to vacate the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD commandant of the central office guard watched the three generals fall one after the next. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the direction of the backfiring truck which had a man who held his handgun in the direction of the fallen generals.

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

Instantly the XX men who had assembled by this time leveled their sub-machineguns and spread out fire, tearing the truck, number one wood and NKVD guards to shreds. A grenade was lobbed into the undefended backside and reduced the fomite to twisted alloy and a roaring fire that marked the grave of two musical score of state security system personnel.

A gunshot to his right dropped one of his men to the primer, mortally wounded. He turned to see NKVD troops jumping down from the truck that followed and assumed a takeover was underway by double-dealer to the DoS."Cut them all down, everyone of the traitors…"

His last command ended in a gurgle and atomiser of blood line as a burst of smoke tore his thorax open.

pandemonium reigned as camarilla of NKVD troop tore into one another, leaving wads dead and many more wounded upon the snowy downfall of summertime Mist. This chaos only escalated when maitre d'hotel Edwin Arlington Robinson and his men stumbled onto the view, already prepared to foray into the headquarters, and swept the place clean and jerk of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not carry off they departed as silently as ghosts and reported to the Finland heights Command another success for the ‘ Ghost Bear'and the ‘ snowfall Fox,'who initiated the fry civil war at the headquarters.


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4 time of day and several kilometers later, Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her hair in congratulations. They set off for the next hidden cache and shelter from which they will plan the following strikes against the Russians.

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

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a bunch of our soldiers arrived in time to take reward of the topsy-turvydom you created and exterminated the entire military headquarters and that convoy of trucks. Come Nikkei we have to enshroud a lot of ground tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonlight to point us…"

With that they moved off as silent as expiry amidst the deep woods.




9 Jan, 1940 STAVKA home office, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics

The conspirators gathered for the final examination time, knowing they are committed no matter the consequence. One by one each went over his part of the plan, the role of his troops or government department, and the plastered timeline they had to uphold to the hour once everything began.

One small gap in the plan, one slipup of any form and it will be all over. But the stake of their failure would be the death of Russia and imposition of a German language warlord and authorities over the homeland for God alone knew how many generations.

The agents of the NKVD had recently received confirmation of the German armed forces gathering en mass along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Poland. An Brobdingnagian force of motorized foot and of tanks, airplane and bombers…an incredible fist of branding iron prepared to bang up home into a weakened Russia.

Normally the armed violence of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic would be sufficient to deter the German, 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 officers held and notices sent to STAVKA in the clear…

The troops will no longer be society given by Joseph Stalin or his men and called upon the Germans to overrun and liberate their motherland from the oppression of Communism.

The German language promptly responded, declaring to the earthly concern they will start up their ‘ liberation of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 Jan, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the radio set that he held only Joseph Stalin and his collaborator, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian population responsible for the assassination of Chancellor Hitler…

So the coconspirator 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."superior general Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov, the lone general to make it Stalin's madness, told the gathered men."fall in the orders, in one hour it begins…"

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


9 January, 1940 Irving Berlin, Deutschland

"superior general has this been confirmed ?"Chancellor Donitz said into the telephony. His staff waited in tense silence, each one wondering if the effect being reported in Russia are unfeigned ; and if not true, will their prime minister sacrifice the final rescript to set about the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the phone. He breathed deeply, turned to his staff and smiled in true delight."Gentlemen, the news have been confirmed, Stalin and his henchmen are dead and superior general Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov has been sworn in as the new chancellor of Russia. The ordering have already been confirmed by our listening Emily Post and agents in Moscow, all battle save for local self-protection is to cease immediately privileged Finland and a ‘ request'made to our administration to mediate repose talks between Finland and Russia."

"Orders are to be sent at once that the invasion of Russia is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his sterling surprisal for terminal as he held up a letter delivered earlier by the ambassador of Schweiz."I have here the personal letter of the alphabet of Winston Winston Churchill who has accepted our offer of a counter to the status-quo of 1939 between our Nation. We will take out from Poland, though it shall remain as a liegeman government activity in our sphere of influence."


"Gentlemen,"Donitz continued,"we have peace at last and Deutschland has become a Earth power once again. The abuse and infamy inflicted upon us in the Great War has been erased forever…"

With that the Chancellor dismissed his men and returned to the day to day bray of running a regime. He did pause briefly to meditate how the future will go from here on out. peace treaty has come to Europe as far as Germany is concerned, though Italy's dictator Benito Mussolini is making his common blustering noise about Northern Africa…

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


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

In the depths of their shelter encampment Sir Leslie Stephen, Nikkei and Captain Jack Roosevelt Robinson listened to the vocalism of Field marshal Mannheim come make and distinguishable over the radio. They could scarcely think their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, extraneous voluntary and partisans who have been involved in the United States Department of Defense of our country of origin against the effect of a tyrannous Russia ; this day, a big day of celebration for us all, I am gladiolus to exalt that the tyrant of Russia, premier Stalin is dead. His heir Premier Zhukov has ordered all Russian force are to quit belligerency at once after a massive monstrance of the Russian peoples collective resolution led to their solders refusing to take over orders anymore."

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

"The Chancellor of the Exchequer of Germany, Admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his governing being a impersonal intercessor for heartsease talks to be held by representatives of Finland and Russia. This proposal of marriage has been supported in the last time of day by the government of Britain and Anatole France and the United state of matter. ma'am and man, as will be confirmed in shortstop order by the government functionary broadcast, our valorous conflict of democracy against communist monocracy has come to an end. Our ritual killing have been nifty, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the efforts of all who defended our homeland on the front melodic line, and from behind enemy lines, heroes such as the Snow Devil, snowfall Fox and Ghost Bear. madam and valet, the war is over…"

The remaining actor's line were drowned out by the collective yell of joy and delight by Nikkei, Stephen and maitre d'hotel Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Stephens substantial arms and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long last she and he will generate home and build a new sprightliness in the patrimonial home of their people.

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

"Nikkei please call me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will steer place, or anywhere else you wish to. I have respective holding across the neighborhood from my…other activities,"he rolled his centre to the heavens at the amount of money he had stashed away from being a contrabandist.

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

"Sorry to interrupt the romanticist buss and such,"said captain Robinson with a wide smile,"but I have orders 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 impression on the man…"

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

So it is that the first clank between East and Occident, between Communist Russia and those who love to be justify 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 issue forth as ‘ Snow Fox'and"spook Bear'history has changed forever…

The long venerate European war ceased before it even began as Germany brokered a last public security accord between Russia ( now led by Zhukov ) and Republic of Finland. All territorial reserve amplification and pre-war title made by the USSR were fully dropped, and the concluding international edge established under the centre of neutral political party from the United States and Netherlands, Belgique and other minor powers.

FRG and England entered into an ill at ease cease-fire with one another, born by bloom Minister Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging respect'for premier Donitz of FRG, who forged a number of industrial and merchandise lot of mutual benefit to the two nations people. Though many doubted the commitment of the new German Chancellor of the Exchequer, his subsequent restoration of Polska and the Balkland states to full sovereignty helped ease these dubiousness in the end.

Italian Republic's dictator Il Duce made his common gripes and threats to rejuvenate the wideness of the original empire of Rome across the commonwealth of northern Africa. He dismissed the warnings of France and U.K. as ‘ diminished barks and yips of defeated Empires.'

Chancellor Donitz delivered two subject matter to Mussolini - the first being an stern ‘ discouragement'for him to ‘ not upset the current balance of power in a EC now finding peace treaty and prosperity again.'

Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly behavior of the new German chancellor'and prepared his state to go to war. Thus he in light order received the instant, and last, message of Donitz : a bomb in the bathtub…and a refurbishment of a free and democratic means of popular government under the combined security of Britain and Germany.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to moderate Federal Republic of Germany and her people for twelve more age until voluntarily refusing to run for a third six-year terminal figure of spot. He declared ‘ it is time for the side by side contemporaries, those who have never seen the face of war, but the joy of peace, to lead.'

Until the end of his days Donitz, as with First Duke of Marlborough, remained participating as diplomat for their respective nations, and even held a grudging respect for one another ; although First Duke of Marlborough still got annoyed to the end of his days when asked about a ‘ certain headphone telephone call he received one night from Donitz…"

France became a nation that descended into political chaos in the long time to come ; one government alinement rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and passing of the Gallic territories to the victorious Japanese did a new governance under Chenier take some mother wit of hope and constancy to the nation. But as a whole, the near days were tail Anatole France as her colonies in Africa broke free and became independent nations.

The Scandinavian nations continued to prosper beyond anyone's wildest of dreams in the old age to come ; in sentence they formed an economic alliance which grew to match that of Germany and England combined, and before the end of the 1950's had wrested almost half the American English import market from those two respective nations.

On Nov 1, 1941 Admiral Isoroko Yamamoto ascended to prominence and infrangible control of the armed forces of the Empire of Japan. With the blessings of the emperor, the will diplomatical assistance of premier Zhukov of Russia and of President F. D. Roosevelt of the States, Yamamoto pulled all troops of Japan from China in a arranged withdrawal that seen the colonial mightiness of European Community and America begin to do the same.

No one knows to this date the truth of the topic, yet on Dec 5, 1941 Chief Executive Roosevelt, on his way to Japanese Islands at the personal invitation of the Saturnia pavonia Hirohito, disappeared with the dense patrol car Chicago that he travelled upon. The solely message of alarm received was that of"fire in the forward locomotive room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President Truman called for the issue to be investigated, and American naval violence were sent to the end recognize position of the Michigan. Two British corvettes, One Canadian River sea-coast safeguard vessel and three Nipponese destroyers arrived on the scene to only happen a battlefield of detritus and oil slicks covering miles of ocean.

What has been documented is the 1st American language vessel, a destroyer whose Captain despised the Japanese, on the scene immediately assumed the Nipponese watercraft had sunk the stops ; he demanded their surrender and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian vessels were searching for survivors, commenced to fire upon them - one vessel sunk, heavy damage done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the destroyer in turn.

olibanum commenced the great Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On Dec 7, 1941, a uncongenial Congress, whipped into a frenzy by a low handful of anti-Japanese fiend declared war on the Empire of Japanese Islands and directed President Truman to manoeuver the war until ‘ unconditional capitulation of the empire of Japan occurred.'

Seeing the chance for territorial addition and swell influence across the Pacific, on Dec 10 and 11, France and England joined the United United States Department of State in declaring war upon the Nipponese for ‘ crimes of such magnitude as to defy usual mother wit or decency.'

Everyone expected the Japanese Empire would fall by the end of 1942, and plans were already being prepared for the variance of the home islands. Federal Republic of Germany declared neutrality in the thing, as did Soviet Russia ; though both had provision extra applied science and resources to Japan in mystery to develop the war-ending means…

deuce-ace long and flaming years of protracted struggle resulted in Isoroku Yamamoto bringing victory for the Empire of japan ; seven decisive naval and Land engagements ended in Japan's favour, with the net accord ending the war leaving Japan in possession of Indo-China, portions of India and Ceylon, and most of the Pacific Ocean. Though the Filipino's were restored to America after they were to be declared ‘ neutral territory.'

Many historian have learned that the peace was wrought with an unspoken menace from Japan to unleash the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their final military triumph - the nuclear bomb. In a private diplomatic cable to the leader of US, England and Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, Emperor Hirohito stated if the rest home islands were attacked, the new ‘ super bomb'would be used in revenge upon the offending confederate nation.

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


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