THE LESSON OF HISTORY
The fight had been merciless. He sat down on the limp body, releasing his wrists. It was no use. The man had been defeated. He knew it.
Victory was exciting. He smirked, bending over the man, until his lips brushed the cold temples. The other kept his eyes closed, but he was alive. "Mine..."
His shaking fingers were fighting against belt, buttons. A desperate, vain fight. He cursed.
Suddenly, he found himself lying on the snow. Soft blond locks tickled his face. Blue eyes smiled at him. "Never Napoleon could defeat a Russian in the snow. You didn't remember history?"
