To my comrades, I have always been a subject of ridicule. Of discrimination. Of hatred. My grandfather was a Cossack. My grandmother, a Volga German. I was born in a Russia ruled by the Tsar. I grew up seeing the suffering my people endured. So, it should come as no surprise that I, alongside my siblings and father, helped Lenin topple Nicholas II. Since that faithful day, we have served proudly in the Red Army. Despite our loyalty, however, we still are mocked and shouted down at for who my grandparents where. The Cossacks opposed the Bolshevik revolution, and the hatred of my German heritage needs no elaboration. I have fought for the Union since I was a child, yet they spit on us for our family ties. It is a position without logic, one I have long despised.



But my personal grudges can wait. For now, we face a threat unlike any ever seen before. To the west, Hitler's army marches forth, hoping to seize our oilfields and take his " Lebensraum." In the east, Japan tests the waters of our Pacific coast, thinking we are still as weak as when they last fought us. The Union is under attack, and everything my family has fought for is in jeopardy. I will not sit by while the Motherland is raped by the fascist German dogs and the Imperialist Japanese swine. Both will pay dearly for their crimes against us. We will burn Berlin to the ground as we hang the fuhrer from the Reichstag , and make the emperor watch as Katyusha rockets tear apart his beloved Tokyo.



And I need not do it alone. My foreign comrades, a young British commando, her boisterous American half-sister, and a Japanese defector, shall stand alongside me as I carry out this glorious mission. The war will take many lives. But when it ends, Mother Russia will stand strong above the shattered remains of the Axis, and prove itself worthy of the new age.



And I shall prove to my comrades that my family deserves the respect they have long denied us.

