My love in Siberia (RusAme)

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"I don't want to question your decisions, Sir, but are you sure you want to do this?"

"I know you are concerned about my safety, but I've made my decision."

"Alright then. We'll send you the coordinates on which we are going to meet."

"Thank you."

America hung up and went to his private bathroom to change. He put on simple, everyday clothes and then patiently waited for his men to bring the mask made of rubber that will make him look like someone else.

This is his first time going out on the field outside the borders of his country, but he was well trained and prepared for such things. Although it doesn't suit his status he knew he had to do it.

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"Listen up!," the group leader said as he stood up from his seat.

All the agents listened carefully, and America as well.

"Today we have to complete another important mission, but this time our success and failure will matter more than ever before. Even our leader himself decided to take part in it. Our job is to protect him no matter the cost."

"What he's trying to say is that you must complete this mission no matter the cost. You are not here to protect me, you are here to protect your country and your people. With me or without me the country will move on, but without it's people the government means nothing. The faith of our country is now in your hands. May God be with you all."

The agents nodded their heads obediently. They hated to agree with this but they knew they had no other option.

"Now, are we ready to get going?"

"Of course."

The group leader knocked on the metal cabin behind him. Just as he set down the truck started moving down the road and so their long journey began.

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America placed a blanket around the agents shoulders and helped him get in the truck to warm up. They weren't as used to the cold as the natives were so searching for the facility was just like searching for water in the desert.

They were outside for several hours searching everywhere a human foot could go. Russians are more used to the cold but that doesn't mean that they can fly or something.

Snapping back to reality America rubbed his hands together to warm them up before he made his way back into the darkness of the night, into the middle of the storm.

"Sir, wait!"

He turned around and looked towards the truck. One of his man were waving at him to come back. He collected all the strength he had and pushed his way back through the snow.

"What happened?!," he yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to be louder then the howling wind.

"Our other team found the facility! It's a couple of kilometers north from here! We need to call the others to come back!"

"Alright! You go check how many of them are in the truck! Then we'll go and search for the others!"

"We can call them!"

"We can't! I tried to reach them several times! The weather is messing up our signal!"

"Then we're screwed!"

"Why?! We can go get them!"

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but if we go out there and search for them we probably won't make it back!"