We completed our service in Korea in late 1951, finally capturing Seoul for good... Finally securing our victorious defense against the Communists, and forcing them back to the original separating line.

After fighting battles in central Korea in late 1951, and then finally pushing the Chinese back into the North, Miller's service was finally up... But he decided to do just one last thing, this one for me... With the help of a couple pilots, we had hijacked a captured Soviet Tupolev Tu-2 and flew it over and landed near Stalingrad, my wife's home... All low level... Hopefully, I could rush in and out before Vylkalev suspected...

I made my way through the city, finally coming to my home on the outskirts, in a rather isolated part of town. I took my first steps into the house... But... What lay before me once I walked in, either Vylkalev found out or he just made good on his promise anyways... I found my family, my lovely wife Lilya, my two daughters, Irina, Galina... They lay there on the floor, their throats slit... This looked rather recent.

...I... I'm in shock... I fell to the floor and had my hands firmly grasping the sides of my head, just in absolute calm shock... After a moments time, I got up and looked around the house, feeling just hopeless... Soon, I came upon the bedroom, just to find another sight that made me feel even more hopeless... I opened the door and found the body of a man, hanging there on a noose... And it just got worse, for as I looked closer... I saw him to be Dimitri himself.

...From notes I had found, I saw Dimitri had heard what appeared to happen to me in Manchuria. He decided to stay at the side of my family, as a token of our friendship... But even he couldn't save them, nor himself, from Vylkalev.

...I was saddened, hopeless... Entirely disheartened... But after spending one last moment, I left the house, left Stalingrad, left Russia... There was nothing left for me here anymore...

...So... I thought about it, thought of finding Vylkalev, but I don't know where he is now... All I could really do was go back to Japan, where I found Mei Lin residing once again... She was likely all I had left... Well, her and Mischa, still alive, I see.

Soon, after I returned, to Japan, and to Lin, we grew very close... We continued living together in the same village where Erich and Chiemi lived together on the Japanese countryside, filled with beauty and calm. These Japanese villagers were still very friendly and kind to us as we lived with them here, socializing, helping each other in our new peaceful lives. Lin still had her faith and eventually, her new acceptance of the people she once called her enemy... Looking to her, I decided to have my own forgiveness for the Germans as well.

...Interestingly, Erich had learned of the picture of Lin with the German soldier in 1936, and asked to see it. Amazingly, Erich immediately recognized the man in the photograph... The man was his older brother, Heinrich... I guess I should have seen it, for now that I saw him with out the balaclava, Erich looked just like him.

Lin and I even married in 1956, and shortly after that, after saying our goodbyes to Erich and Chiemi, we left Japan, moving to the island of Hawaii. Remembering his promise, we settled right in the village near Lihue on K'auai, where Chris Miller resided, having finally married Emily Yin, and having a son with her. Lin and I settled in this Hawaiian village, with Chris and Emily serving as companionship in this beauty and serenity... This is where I lived with Mei Lin for years... She was such a terrific companion, a great partner...

Lin and I lived happily together for years since we came to the village. Though it was sad when we first settled here, as Mischa succumbed to her age... At least she did so peacefully, but still, sad... Like Lin, she was a great companion, but another reason was that I still saw Dimitri when I looked to her... I still had Lin to live at my side, and we did... But eventually, as we kept living together in the village near Lihue, In 1981, Lin would meet the same fate...

She was always thin, even as she aged, but she grew even more thin now as she lay in bed with her illness... Our last moments were peaceful, she just smiled and thanked me for sharing my life with her... Just before she passed.

...I sat there, feeling saddened, but remaining stoic, calm... I know I looked emotionless, but inside, still sadness...

That's it, all the peace I really had left in the world was gone. Miller and Emily were still there, but all I really had was gone... Still, there was one thing left in the back of my mind... Vylkalev.

The Soviets just recently invaded the country Afghanistan... I secretly went there, donned the local clothing and fought the invaders of the desert country for the next five years, my former countrymen... All to find Vylkalev... I wouldn't know how I'd find him, but if I did know him that well, I'd believe that's where I'd find him... Revenge was all I had anymore...

...And I found one man, a strong Englishman, who could help me...

Sincerely,

Viktor Reznov

...Afghanistan, sand, all of it, sand and heat... Ever since I completed my entry in the Special Air Service, I've been serving here in this desert hellhole for about two years now. The pinnacle of it came in 1986, I was twenty two.

I was already exemplary when I joined the service, that's one of the reasons I was chosen for this mission already in my young career. But I assume I learned more from this expedition, once I met this one man, a Russian in Afghan garb. He was actually seventy six, and he was fighting as if he was still young... Must have had a very stimulating life.

My reason for being here, well, orders of course. I heard that there was a Soviet officer, a madman, doing something very strange there, something about missiles, and he's using Afghanistan as a staging area... Why, I don't know.

But this Russian, Viktor, he always remained loyal to Russia. He's not doing this for any political agenda... No, his reasons for this are all personal, one of the things I like about him. Yes, he sees the invasion by the Soviets as unjust, but he has no care for the Mujahideen, or Islam, or maybe not even Afghanistan for that matter. He has no belief in God, or the afterlife, no anticipation for a reward, nothing... All he has is one thing, getting his revenge.

If this one man he seeks is here, then he'll be hellbent to find him. As a fellow soldier, I feel it be my duty to help him, for I can connect, we both like getting revenge... We're very similar that way, I think I even learned some of my traits from him... Deep down, I think he also knows fighting here is the right thing.

Sincerely,

John Price

British soldier of the British Special Air Service