It was cold just like it always was in Russia.  Night had fallen long ago and so the cold became more numbing.  Large tents stood firm against the wind that whipped around them making their fabric walls sing an unknown melody.  Somewhere in the middle of the large tents, protected from the wind a woman stood tall against an even larger man, fighting off his unwanted advances.  He was ugly, big, and slow and she made it look easy to dance out of his reach each time he made to tackle and grab her.  It was vary apparent he was unhappy that his pray was eluding him and he came to the conclusion that she was not going to come to him on her own.  It was almost like she was taunting him and he was loosing his patience so much so he pulled a knife from his large boot.  His intention was to try and convince the woman that it was in her best interests to listen to him and do what he told her.  Her response was far from what he wanted to hear and he lost his temper and made a vicious and unexpected lunge at her, knife first.  He was large and stronger than her, but he still missed his target.  The knife sunk into her left shoulder and his weight pushed her back against a tall crate.  The knife effectively pinning her to the wall.  The snow beneath them was quickly turning red.  The man did not realize immediately what had happened, nor did he have the time to savior his apparent victory.

The snow fell around them, lazy and out of place for the event they were witness to.  The man had never seen her pull the knife she had now buried in his gut.  Meeting his eyes she glared back. Her eyes defiant and not even a flicker of fear had passes by them throughout the fight.  She allowed for him to hit her and she took the knife just for the opportunity it gave her to finish him. He gave a few rough coughs flinging blood onto her face and hair; his loss finally sinking into his mind. Giving a sharp pull she ripped her blade across his midsection, cutting him open and watching more blood spill form his body  and her feet that had sunk into the snow up to her shin was slowly turning into a dark puddle around her ankles.  He had long since let go of his knife and now fell to the ground holding his wound, and making a sad attempt at an escape.  He only got a foot or so before he stopped and collapsed into the snow again and began coughing and chocking on his own blood.  She watched as his body twitched and jerk, face a blank mask.  She didn’t move until his body went completely still.  Then she let out an exhausted sigh and gritted her teeth as she pulled the knife free of her shoulder.  Unable to stand she dropped to the ground, leaving a long red smear down to wood behind her and sat in the snow propped up against the crate.  She took breath after pain shuddering breath, consumed by it and slowly bleeding to death   She watched as a shadow moved towards her, his footsteps never making a sound and she got the feeling that this shadow had been watching what had transpired.  Death was here for her now having already taken the man that was very rapidly cooling a couple of feet away. 

He dropped to his knees in front of her and cupped her chin in his hand.  His hands were rough and cold but held comfort as his other hand wiped away the blood spatter on her cheek.  She looked  onto the face of death, loosing herself in green eyes.  He pulled her close and held her to his chest.  As he leaned forward past her lips and to her neck she became confused then all she knew was pain as a scream ripped from her throat.  It never faded even as she felt her mind and body dying.