[right][i]Undisclosed Location in the Fulda Gap of West Germany
5 April 1985[/i][/right]
[h3][b]Colonel Ivan Rybakina[/b][/h3]

Ivan "Dirtbasher" Rybakina looked at the muddy dirt ground in front of him. He sniffed the wet air and already knew the ground would be covered with blood by the end of the day. This did not bother him a bit because he grew up in the power struggles that was essential to the function of the Soviet Central Command. It was in central halls of the Kremlin where his father was murdered by power hungry oligarchs and that was where Ivan knew his destiny would end up. 

Ivan had never been a formidable officer in terms of merit. But where he lacked in tactical skill, he made up for in political maneuvering. Whereas most people who graduated from the Military Academy of the Armed Forces of USSR had elevated themselves through sheer valor and brilliance, Ivan had found his way to the rank of Colonel through a different means. He had bedded the general's daughter. Aside from the fun of shagging such a beautiful woman, General Korolov had felt the need to "take personal care" of a future son-in-law's career, not that Ivan had any intention of marrying the girl, anyway. 

The girl was just a step up the ladder. 

Thus, it was on this day with the wind blowing a bit too strong, and a sun that was just penetrating the clouds, that Ivan picked up his mic and dialed up the frequency on his radio so that all his direct subcommanders could hear what he was about to say. Upon seeing the nod from the radio technician, Ivan spoke in Russian to his subcommanders of all his battalions. "Gentlemen. Comrades, today we will begin the first of many offensives against the dastardly Americans and their French and traitorous German allies. Know that we are the vanguard of a spear made from Stalin's finest. We do not retreat. We do not surrender. We fight and press on and we will bury the Americans until only their dead bodies remain in the field. But do not worry, we will not bury their bodies like good honorable men. No... the bodies of our enemies will be left to rot so that nature and the elements will spoil them for being what they are. And, after we have destroyed the Americans in all the countries of this continent, we will move to the next continent. We will press the Americans so far that we will conquer Washington himself! And after that? We will kill Mister Reagan and then we will give this one the honorable burial that he deserves. Gentlemen. Comrades. Our real fight is not a war of ideology or hatred, it is a fight of Blood. The Europeans think they are our equals. We Slavs will show them that they are dead men. We will rape their women. We will bury their sons. We slaughter their daughters. We will burn their elders. We will even tear the clothes off Lady Liberty and then rape it. We will give the Bourgeois Yankees the destiny they deserve, which is no destiny at all! Gentlemen. Comrades. Follow the plan!"

After he put the mic down, Ivan slid back in his seat and smiled. He had overwhelming force on his side. No opponent could defeat such a force. He really was the tip of Stalin's spear, wasn't he? He could already imagine the victory and accolades he would receive. Soon, he would become a general, himself. And then? He would fuck the lights out of the General's other daughter.