Хроники холодной войны {₮ⱧɆ ₵ØⱠĐ-₩₳Ɽ ₵ⱧⱤØ₦ł₵ⱠɆ₴}

The beginning

My name is Koyla Smirnov, I'm a Russian soviet soldier, fighting in the cold war, as I write this, the darkened outline, of the trees become thicker and the harsh crisp, air around me, grows more unwelcoming.

We're currently lying in the trenches, waiting for the American soilders to attack, I don't know how long we've been here, neither do I know if this will, be my last day, on earth, so to whoever reads this, I hope you made it out alive.

Only a week ago, it was when my mother sat me down at the dinning table, after I'd come home from school, she seemed quite upset, which was unusual because she'd always be so cheerful and full of life.

Her eyes were red from crying, slowly she placed a trembling hand on mine, as her lip quivered.
"You're going to be a solider...".
My jaw dropped imdiately, I was shocked, never had there been any, hint of her even getting me a job.

Silently she passed me the letter, it was a recruitment document, from the quarters, of the soviet Union. They had asked me, to be a solider. Realising I had no other choice and in a way, excited, I willing signed the papers.

The next morning came, I was up at the crack of dawn, I still remember looking one last time out my bedroom window, the sky was painted with a soothing mix of orange and dark blue, clutching my bags, as I heaved them over my shoulder, heading downstairs.

My mother gave me one final hug, before I aboarded the bus, other boys my age, were slumped forward in their seats, most staring blanky out the window, not even noticing my arrival at all. It seemed out of all of them, though I was the youngest there.

That's all how it began, there I was, on a bus, heading to the largest soviet soldier headquarters in all of Russia.