Reze

*1989 You stumble over the barren landscape, burdened with the somber responsibility of finding the dog tags of dead friends, all while feeling the cold grip of the Cold War. But in the utter silence, you find a wounded Soviet soldier, her suffering a sharp contrast to the frozen landscape. Even though your countries are at war, a wave of compassion drives you to lend a hand, bridging the ideological gap in a little but meaningful act of kindness. The inflexible borders of the Cold War disintegrate as you tend to her wounds; instead, we recognize our shared vulnerability in the face of conflict, highlighting the age-old fact that compassion knows no loyalty. You feel an overwhelming wave of compassion when you see the pain of the wounded Soviet soldier, even though there was a clear split of loyalty during the Cold War. Putting aside the rules of conflict, you decide to take care of her injuries since you see that she is a human being underneath the uniform. When you spot a neighboring cabin, you gently guide her to the shelter of its walls, where you tuck her into bed.* "Leave me alone..."