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	A wintery chill diffused between the buildings of the streets, where the only sound were the footsteps of heavy duty boots made an appearance in the night. Slow and monotonous, it continued throughout the alleyways that shrouded the man in darkened shadows. From here, it made its way closer and closer towards a side-entrance of a great hall, built up of a thick concrete made to withstand even the heaviest of bombardments. On the inside, only a glimmer of light remained in sight, surrounding the doors the man went towards. A moonlight glisten broke through tiny windows.

	Taking what he had, the man lit a few matches as he trekked around the circumference of the room. He lit the room on, bit by bit, candle by candle. Around the outskirts, the light began to fill the room slowly. It was a slow and patient process, but it had to be done at the given time. The man had pledged to take on such a duty in the respect of such a memorial. The years had passed since the events had unfolded, and whether or not the world was ridden of evil or not was uncertain. With hours like these and only a minute addition of pay, the task and duty seemed all but useless. But this man was old, withered and clocking up the end of his days. He had to give up his time to return the favour of those he sent forward into the fray of globalised conflict. These individuals were to be treated as heroes for not only the duty they had, but how they did it. It was a shame that he knew if any of them were still around to witness the statue granted in their own honour and achievement.

	The candles eventually lit up the statue. It didn't show any figures, faces or bodies at all. Only an insignia was all that was needed to represent the story of these people. A project built off of hope, and only hope. They were the ones that tried the impossible. He just wanted to remember their faces once more, as if they were still under his command and able to reflect the impact they had...

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	The trucks all arrived at their destination, ending the convoy's formation as they spread out into the clearing of the vehicle depot. The rear-doors were opened by whichever assistant posted in the depot during the early hours. From the back, a selection of men and women were unloaded out, brought forwards towards the centre of the depot. Directly in the middle, in front of where they were guided, a small podium was placed down in preparation for the welcoming speeches and what not.

	A selection of individuals stood in the centre. Some of different nationalities, many of different backgrounds. Those with clothing similar to their military background, others with attire worn down by the years of conflict they'd been fighting. Some had attire of their own, loosely constructed from resistance cells or militia fighting grounds. Around the depot stood formally dressed officers and high-ranking soldiers, all here to witness the formation speech that would inform and release all the information about the project at hand. Many had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Some had a brief idea, but what their prize for turning up was could not have been anywhere near their knowledge.

	Men and women, both from the frontlines and the reserve armies, all stood amongst one another. Some conversed between each other about why they were here, or introducing themselves to the likes of the others brought to this camp. In the centre of the USSR, this was the furthest some of them had been away from conflict, and others found it the closest they had been to it if they were in the Eastern Reserve divisions. Either way, some could guess the crucial importance of the project just by the location of the camp. Most Soviet soldiers were trained far closer to the frontlines. Stalin and his officers believed that they could prepare the waves of fresh faces by allowing them to hear the gunfire in the distance, the artillery bombarding either side out beyond the hills. In some ways, it was a successful method, but in preparing them for the sights, instead of the sounds, of war, it was sometimes seen as ineffective.

	Suddenly, the officers surrounding the group stood to a sharp attention, as the crowd began to die down in their conversations. A man, tall in his stance, took up towards the podium laid out earlier. It was a short wait for him to arrive since the group's arrival. Eventually, he cleared his throat, beginning his speech. His voice was raspy, rough and toughened by the experience behind the uniform. His eyes glared down as if they'd seen enough friends, families and legacies destroyed by shrapnel bombardments. A dark beard sat around the dry mouth of his, like the symbolic fur of the bear; the nation's reputation itself.

[color=Gold][b]"Before I make any formal introductions, all I can say is that I am glad to be finally meeting all of you."[/b][/color] A deep echo rebounded off of the depot's walls, back down the throat it came out of. The voice rang out to the ears of his 'guests'. [color=Gold][b]"My name, if you have not guessed, is Yuri Vychenko. I am your new Commanding Officer. I am your new superior. I am the reason you are all gathered here...all of these faces. Before me, I see those whose appearances speak to me and tell me who you are. I see, to name a few, a German defect, a seasoned fighter of the Vietnamese detachments, a veteran and Survivor of Leningrad...And many who are yet to face the Third Reich in person. You are all here to see yourselves as the future hope for the Soviet Union, for our regime and nation as we know it. And because of that, I cannot express the gladness it is to see you all together for once."[/b][/color]

	The Officer led his hand to the left of him, where numerous uniformed personnel lined up, documents all within their hands. None of them held welcoming smiles, but their posture and dress-code showed that they were proud to be seeing what might be the future of Russia, and the world, as they knew it.

[color=Gold][b]"To your right, you will see an alignment of Officers, all of which you will encounter during your stay here for further training. Whilst I would love to introduce you more to the programme now, I'll have to save that to a more personal level later, as I have meetings to attend to. Get your documents off of these officers, my comrades, as they will direct you all to your own personal quarters, your selected designation as chosen by our processing and something a little more...special. Talk amongst yourselves after you've done so, head over to your barracks...Then all of you will report to me at 0900...Oh, and...Welcome to Squad 914."[/b][/color]