The room was lit by a single candle that was drowning in its own wax. The small pool of light illuminated a large man bent over a war table. Small red pieces showed where he had his troops placed on the Polish border.

The soft sound of footsteps came from the hall, but the man paid no attention to them, surely they were just one of his sisters. He returned to the map, taking no mind of the footsteps stopping outside the door. For a second the only sound was the sputtering as the candle choked on its own wax, then another sound permeated the room. The soft and sensual sound of metal sliding out of a leather holster met the man's ears and he looked up in time to see a silver gun barrel.

The silver glowed like fire in the dying light, a color that was echoed in the hair of the man holding the gun. The blue of his military uniform faded to the black of the night around him, but the eyes were unmistakably red. And how red they were, a red that perfectly matched the armband the man wore. It was a distinct manic look that lit the blood colored eyes. His smile seemed uncanny in the low light.

The other man simply looked up at the man with the gun and said in his wild accent "What is this all about?" The man holding the gun simply laughed "Isn't it clear ? Even you, as dense as you are, can figure it out". The other man straitened and turned to face the other "I thought we had an alliance." Again the man wielding the gun laughed "You really believed that? Let me put it a way you will understand, we were just using you; now you have no use" The words hung in the air between them for a minute before the larger man responded "I should have seen this coming, especially with that ублюдок you have as a leader" A sharp click sounded in the silent room as the gun was cocked "Don't insult mein Fuhrer in front of me! I will give you one minute to think of awesome last words!" The larger man smiled sweetly "I don't think I will be needing those last words", suddenly he pulled a rusty pipe from under the table. The other man just had time to move as the pipe came down between them, now the larger of the two was the one smiling "Did you really think you could kill me that easily?"

The German stared at the other, hate etched in every line of his face. He raised his gun again, only to have it knocked out of his hand with another swing from the other man "Verdammt! You have no idea what you have done, I was just trying to be awesome and make this easier for you! Now I have no choice but to kill you slowly and painfully!" These words did not remove the smile from the others face "I look forward to it." The German turned and left the room without another word and in his wake trailed an impenetrable silence. The Russian watched his exit with the same placid smile and said "You are a liar and a traitor and one day I will make you pay, Gilbert"