Dmitri lay in the tall grass, watching as several Nazi soldiers escorted prisoners to a brick wall for execution. Word was, the Major would be here to oversee the act. That's why Dmitri was here.
He waited, breathing slowly, evenly. The scope showed the men lined up, shackled together. He frowned. They were Russian soldiers. His brothers. It took all he could not to blow his cover and charge in to save them. He scanned the dozen or so Nazis, four dogs, and a pair of trucks. His finger twitched as the Major came into view, smoking a large cigar. Dmitri breathed out, focusing on the Nazi official. His crosshairs swayed over the man's heart, then shoulder, and rested on his head. He took a long breath and held it, watching him stand and salute the other German barbarians. They saluted back, and Dmitri pulled the trigger.
The round surged forward with a crack, and the Russian sniper saw through his scope as the Major's skull was penetrated, and the bullet spit out the other side. He watched him fall, the others reach for their guns, and the dogs go berserk. And he ran. Through the small grove of trees and grass, up the hill, across the street, and into a building. Up he went, three flights of stairs, and across a wooden plank he had used as a bridge. He pulled it back across with him, and slid down the pile of rubble that was the other side of the building. He could hear the dogs in the distance, and that gave him all the motivation he needed. He reached a small neighborhood that was mostly intact, and paused to wrap his rifle in a blanket before strapping it to his back. He could try to sleep in one of the empty buildings for the night. Unfortunately, none were empty. Most contained displaced families. He walked through the town, at one point almost into a German platoon marching in the street. He ducked into a house and closed the door behind him, breathing hard from his close call.
He turned around to find two women looking at him with odd expressions. One was older, and one was younger, and had supplies in her arms.
"O ... privet."