Almost two years have passed since James's death. Almost two years since Chris and Aviva were theirs. Not that they were theirs in the sense that they were married They weren't married couple yet. They were in theirs the sense that they loved each other for two years.The war was not over and it was already written year 1917.

It was November 21st. Meanwhile, there has been a lot of politics in the world. There was a revolution in Tsarist Russia. No, just any revolution, but the Great October Socialist Revolution, which ended with the Bolsheviks' victory and the death of the Russian royal family. The Bolsheviks split into two sides, and there was almost a civil war. Someone unknown, but prevented the civil war. But who, it is not known.

As for the two-year-old misunderstanding between Kingdom of Spain and the Ottoman Empire, several minor fights occurred. There were several naval battles in the Mediterranean Sea. Spain's ally was Portugal. A short war ended with a peace treaty saying states will not attack each other because of misunderstandings in mutual religions. However, there was an uprising of European nations in the Balkan territory and, with the support of the warring European states, the peoples gained independence. For the Ottoman Empire, the loss of territory and residents, and the fear of the newly formed Soviet Union, which originated on the site of the original Tsarist Russia.

For Chris and Aviva it was something like the first blow to their relationship, because Aviva wanted to fight for her country. She changed her mind when the man she loved told her she was fighting for her country here in France. That she is fighting to do not get this war to her homeland.

Perhaps almost all those who fought on the battlefield had no idea how the political situation was developing. Everyone, but they wanted one: The end of this war.

In the battalion where Chris was in, it changed a lot in two years. Originally he thought about deserting when James was still alive, but now everything was different.

When he admitted how it was all in reality, he expected to be shot, but not.Their battalion was more of a group of friends than a very cruel group of soldiers, so those people were his friends.That changed everything.

He no longer had to conceal his love affair with Aviva. In other words, they could be together all the time, and apparently it seemed that the other men in the battalion even wished them luck.

The war was not over yet, but its damage was clearly visible. Destroyed cities, destroyed agricultural lands, and lots of rotting dead bodies.

The battalion was near enemy territory. A group of mostly soldiers from the American city of Falcon City gave their battalion some style.

The battalion took the sign of a flying falcon holding a bullet into a sniper rifle in its beak.In the background with American and French flag.

"Here it looks. Sometimes it seem they are worse on it than we do." Chris added and he looked around.

This was one of the freshly abandoned battlefields. Instead of growing grass, there was mostly mud on the ground. In the distance, it was possible to see abandoned trenches and destroyed wooden carriages that served to transport and import supplies to the soldiers in the trenches.There were also corpses. Both humans and horses that killed artillery when they did their job to human riders.

The time here would be three o'clock in the afternoon, and since there was no smoke caused by any weapon, it was beautiful to see what the war caused to this place. The sky had such a sad white color, but the sun shone as if it were a pleasure from its work.

"Chris, how your girlfriend isn't with us in the battalion when we accepted her?" Dean asked Chris

Chris turned and looked at him. He held rifle in his hands.

"She says she's not on the side of anything." Chris said "But don't worry. She's still with us, she just doesn't show up at any moment. Aviva is the prettiest woman I've ever met in my life."

The soldiers stopped at that moment. Someone was there.They loaded their rifles and walked carefully around the debris.

The mud steps were heard. All the soldiers at that moment were tense.The possibility of who it could be was abundantly. German guerrillas or some hostile group of deserters were envisaged.

Chris was ready to fire the rifle. He really had no idea who else would just hang around. He breathed deeply. Again he felt adrenaline, tension, stress.

He walked past the ruined carriage. His nose was struck by the stench of a decaying corpse of a slaughtered horse.

What the hell is wrong with me, how is it that there is no enemy here, Chris thought. Stress began to touch him. He didn't know what the hell it was or is.

"Probably nobody's here. Even so, I would prefer to be more careful." Frenchman said and he coughed.

"Let's go back to a nearby camp. Looks like there's nothing to search this area." one young man from the battalion said

So the way of the battalion turned to the return trip to the nearby French military camp. The forest was partly destroyed by the fighting.

The journey was about half an hour long, but after fifteen minutes something happened that stopped all the soldiers.

"Did you heard it?" The Frenchman pointed on it first.

"What?" Chris asked and he started turning around

"It sounded like a Russian merry." Frenchman said.

Everyone at that moment did not understand what the poet meant.

"Russian merry? And here? Are you kidding Jean?" Dean did not understand.

"Maybe perhaps he was thinking the Russian music." Chris said

"But why should a Russian merry take place when we're not in Russia, Dean? Doesn't anyone make fun of our battalion?" other soldier replied to Dean.

There was a shot. The young man with a tragic past that shot hit, after he finished this sentence at that moment.The bullet went through his skull. It wasn't a nice look at what was then with his body.

The battalion panicked at that moment. This time, stressed out Chris was ready to shoot. The men got into a circular formation and headed all around. Only one man had the courage to say a sentence that then cost him his life.

"Whatever are you, come out here you the Russian fine!"called suprisingly Frenchman

"With pleasure!" there was a loud voice with an American accent saying this sentence straight in English.

Another shot came suddenly. The Frenchman fell dead to the ground and everyone looked into the eyes of the young man who shot him.

The man was dressed in black as a politician, though he was certainly not a politician. All of them hung from their black shoes to their waist to cheeks and their right hand in which they still held the gun.

"Do you still remember me?" he said and he looked with hateful gaze into Chris's eyes, Chris was shocked at that moment "No? You don't remember the one you thought was dead, and then he found himself deserted?"

Terrified Chris realized at the moment who he was. The young man from the Business Academy, who bullyed him during his military training and deployment until he deserted.

"J-Jeff? Is that you?!" Chris said

The man was still looking at him, even though the rifles of the remaining soldiers were aiming at him, including Chris.

"That's right, you weak! It's me!" Jeff yelled

Dean had a different reaction than Chris.

"Hey, you bastard! You better watch what you want to use your gun, or this battalion of falcons will shoot you out here!"

Jeff reacted only with laughter, for which most of the men in the battalion almost bowed their rifles to the ground.

"I'm not alone here! And those who you call fines are my friends!" he said and than he said something in the Russian language. It sounded like this: "Товарищи! Подойди ко мне!"

The whole battalion was now shocked by the Russian enemy. Yes they had weapons, but they had more people than this battalion. The Russians were supposed to be on the side of the Americans in this war, but this armed group of Russians seemed to be against their American allies.

"How are you abusing allies?! The Russians should be on the same side as the Americans." Chris didn't understand

Jeff just looked at him with an evil smile, laughing again, and then he said the young man he was bullying.

"This is my group, or rather my friends, not on the side of the Russian soldiers fighting the American side. Me and them. We are revolutionaries. We are one of many who stood in the liberation of Russia from the tsarist tyranny and the establishment of a world where everyone would be equal. We're the Bolsheviks." Jeff said.

Chris tried to recall news reports about what had happened in Russia. When there was a stop in one city, he bought the newspaper. Bolsheviks, Bolsheviks. Isn't it related to Marxism? Apparently, Jeff noticed that his former, currently politically ignorant victim would not find it.

"You're in trouble, huh? If you knew what I had experienced after the desertion, you would have feared me even more." Jeff said and he was still looking at nervous Chris.

Chris swalloved. He knew, that he is in a big trouble. It also seemed that Jeff had betrayed his own homeland by joining the Bolsheviks, managing his political ideology based on Karl Marx's communist philosophy.

"I haven't portrayed my story yet and I guess you want to hear it from me first Chris." Jeff said and he still looked at Chris. Chris was shocked but silent at that moment.

So the man who had previously bullyed Chris began to tell his story in a pretty long summary.

"When I deserted, I found myself in an even bigger wilderness than on the battlefield. Other deserters, guerrillas, volunteers, spies and traitors." he shrugged his shoulders "You probably wouldn't believe what people I met. From pacifists to fanatics. I almost died, but one group of Russian soldiers saved me. I found my best friends among them and I learned Russian. I fought in their unit. I didn't want any of them to die in the fight. I tried to repay my debt and eventually accepted me as a member of my family. They were a better family than I had in America - I didn't tell you. My father was an engineering worker, and after my mother's death he raised me alone. He was drinking. As a result, my own father beat me and I vowed to prove to him one day, what man had grown up from his son. From the boy he was beating. I spent some time in that Russian unit. But then I learned that a revolution is underway in Russia to bring about equality between people. I couldn't miss it. I joined the Bolsheviks and their revolutionaries. There are three main politicians, but I have the one I chose for. I am in the Bolsheviks side who call themselves socialists."

The story was not over yet, but he explained the story a lot. That story explained why Jeff was bullying Chris. Why, even after the political part of the events, there was no expected civil war among the revolutionaries in Russia. Jeff was the man who stopped the war between the Russian Bolshevik comrades.

"I took part in the revolution in Moscow. I was almost arrested and executed by a royal guard but my friends freed me. I owed them a lot. Revolution- this is something you will experience once in a lifetime if you are lucky. You see citizens killing themselves in almost civil war - yes, I count the police. The tyranny will be overthrown and after the revolution life in the country will be better than before. After the revolution, I decided that I and my friends would visit my old relatives- you. That's all." Jeff ended his story

But one question was left. Why is he trying to kill them? What is the reason for this?

Jeff looked at the still shocked faces of the men from his former battalion and then said.

"All of you are waiting here for death. Death for what political party you're fighting for."

What? It doesn't make any sense, Chris thought.

Chris kept aiming his rifle. He knew there would be a fight. Jeff was aiming his gun at him. At that moment there was a fight.

Jeff almost shot Chris while the troops set about themselves in a bloody firefight. Chris barely prevented the attack.

The gun fell to the ground and the rifle, too. It became a fist fight while rifle shots were heard.

Jeff started punching Chris in the face. Chris got some hard wounds in his face. When Jeff wanted to hit him for the third time, Chris managed to catch his fist. The pressure hurt a little at the impact. Jeff then looked into Chris's face and then he kicked him into his chest. Chris staggered in pain. He ignored what was happening around him. He had to fight his aggressor.

"You'll never get me." Chris said and then he hit Jeff into his face.

Jeff angrily looked at him. Blood poured from his nose, so he wiped his blood with his finger. He looked at that finger. Fresh blood flowed over his finger.

"Oh sh-" Chris, lying on the floor, did not finish his curse when looking at standing and now angry Jeff.

The struggle between the battalions was about to come to an end, but not between him and Jeff. Jeff took gun lying on the ground and he began aiming at defenseless Chris.

He fired. Chris barely dodged. Again he was under fire.

"Leave him alone!" Chris heard a very familiar female voice. His love- she's here.

Well, Chris hadn't expected the woman he loved to have the courage to attack a man who was stronger than him himself.

Jeff turned. Aviva aimed at him with a gun and seemed not to be afraid to shoot at him. The fight around now didn't matter.

The Russians did not give up, even though the struggle began to collect victims on both sides. Larger Russians had more of them because of an unthinking combat strategy.

"That is her? Are you kidding me? The daughter of that Spanish pro-royal spy who says she's not on the anyone's side?" Jeff unwillingly said

Chris saw a chance to grab his rifle and run to his love, but he didn't quite understand what Jeff said. Aviva and the daughter of Spanish a government spy? Wasn't her father a repairman?

He grabbed Jeff's gun, which was rolling on the ground, but at that moment one of the Russians flew into it. Chris felt a wound on his chest, this struggle seemed endless. At the same time, he felt a mental wound.The woman he loves lied to him, but now there was no time to deal with it.

The man wanted to pierce him with a bayonet on the spot, but he barely pulled the bayonet, so the bullet came and the dead body of the attacker hit Chris lying on the ground. Chris pushed the corpse away and finally had a chance to find out what was happening.

"In your place I would give up and call off my men, Jeff." Chris said when he began aiming at Jeff.

Jeff turned to both sides. On one side he saw Aviva and on the other side Chris with an almost satisfied look on his face. He knew he was screwed.

"In your place, I'd do it too. My dear sometimes almost go crazy in combat." Aviva said and she looked at Chris and then she smiled.

Jeff seemed to know he had failed.

"Товарищи, отступайте! Отступление!"

Jeff yelled something on his men in the Russian language.The Russians stopped fighting, and the surviving few men from the original American battalion watched puzzled as their enemies ceased to fight.

"You better leave Jeff." Chris said and he was still aiming at him.

Chris and Aviva watched as Jeff and his men left the area where they fought. The two lovers threw their weapons to the ground and hugged each other after they left.

Chris kissed Aviva on her cheek and he was still stroking her on her back during hug.

"I owe you a lot of explanation, sweetheart." Aviva said in his arms

"It's okay, mainly that we're together. I'm not the political type, but I suppose you did it for my good."

"Like we had previously secretly met."

They both got into a romantic moment from which the other men were in the battalion, a bit beside them.

"Come on. We will return to the camp, burying with honor and repenting and crying our friends who died during this fight and forget the war for a few days. The commander said our battalion did not have to fight for its services for several days and that we could be the few days in some French town." suggested Dean

Chris and Aviva stopped hugging. After Chris heard Dean's idea he looked at him and other men from battalion and he smiled.

I have a chance to Aviva to ask for a hand in the city, I must not screw it up, Chris thought.