Character: Victor Carved

Get your guns off me, Russian dog!

The rotten shell of the Nazi Reich is destroying Europe like a plague. Their tireless efforts to steal the lives of men, women and children. The arrogance of their leaders is comparable to the cruelty of their soldiers!

As long as you are alive, the heart of this army cannot be broken. That will change, my friend! We'll be back the heroes into the arms of Russia!

Dragovich, Kravchenko, Steiner must die!

Mason, listen to me. We have little time, my friend. Are you sure that your government will destroy the weapon or try to use? The flag of another, and the methods are the same. They will use you as he used me. Decide what makes sense to fight.

My best friend died in front of me, and then I realized that not only do we hunt for the German arms: the Western allies also crept close to him. Of course, Dragovich, Kravchenko and Steiner escaped and gave me to understand with the British - to them I was a Russian jerk. They don't care what my countrymen have betrayed me and left to die. But their attack gave me a chance to escape.

We found what we were looking for - "Nova-6". German weapons of mass destruction passed into the hands of our country. At least so it seemed to us... Our victory did not last long. Dragovich wanted to see firsthand the effects of the poison and to get rid of extra people. I knew that they don't trust us, and understand what they are. But such a betrayal I wasn't expecting.

Looking into the eyes of this German, I saw the flames of hell, all the malice of the Nazi Reich... In that moment I felt an overwhelming desire to put an end to his despicable life. But then I was still a soldier and still believed that the orders must be obeyed...

- Ah, the hero of Berlin graces us with his presence! Not tired yet to fight, the Carved?
- While mother Russia has enemies, I will to serve her!
- Enough already squirming, Kravchenko. The captain Carved, will do anything you want.

My father was a musician in Stalingrad. During the German occupation, his violin gladdened the hearts of wonderful music Korsakov's, Stasov's and our other great composers. For my compatriots it was the symbol of hope for the Germans is a symbol of our disobedience, the call... Even now, I hear that... the Nazis cut his throat in his sleep. Collaboration with the Nazis is a vile, treason. But Dragovich and Kravchenko didn't care - it was important only to get their...

Comrades! It's time to oppose all who enslaved us! Let them know the courage of the Russian people! We all shed blood for the Motherland! We answered her call without a doubt! We gave their youth, their hearts, their souls to save her! We fought side by side against the fascists! We crawled across the bloody mud, in dry sand for the sake of our victory! Not for winning! Not for fame! For all the right reasons! We wanted revenge! When Berlin fell than repay us leaders? Instead of gratitude we waited suspicion and persecution! In the eyes of our leaders we were amazed by the capitalist plague! We were torn away from loved ones and thrown there! Here in this horrible place! Here we have languished, with no hope of rescue, no hope of justice! We worked in mines Dragovic, until the flesh started to peel from the bones! We watched as our comrades were dying from disease! We were starving! We were beaten! But not broke! Today, our cruel, dishonest leaders will get our message! Not to live them more at the expense of the suffering and toil of the people! Not to buy the souls of good people! They will fall! Won't forget us! Today, comrades, Vorkuta is in FLAMES!!!

- Carved, your people understand that this is suicide?!
- Victory requires sacrifice, Mason! We, Russians, know it like no other!

He shed for his country so much blood that in Russia it was supposed to come across as a hero. But Stalin heroes were not needed.

Mason, my friend, tell me, what is left to believe when you betray your own? When whole you, what you did, is buried under a layer of lies and corruption? I'm going to die in this cursed place... the Only thing that does not let go of a hand is the desire for revenge.