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A Soviet soldier (Well...again) who lost his arm is sitting. Glareing a view after the war until he noitce something odd...

One of Amazoness is shaking in cold...with that liile cloth. Even she's an Amazoness leader. She would be dead.

The soldier simply walk to her. And cloth her.

Amazoness: Who are you?

Soviet soldier: A certain soldier. How you get here?

Amazoness: "I...am lost."

The soldier once work in factility just like before. And know her as worl cosser.

Soviet soldier: we should find anywhere before the snow storm come.

The both walk to somewhere else. The soldier know there's farmer's cabin around. He would ask them to stay.

He's homeless because of the war.

Amazoness: "So, you're a warrior like me?"

Soviet Soldier: "No warrior in the world of guns."

Amazoness: "Meanie. You all fight with babaric weapon."

Soviet soldier: "No term of babaric or honour in this war now."

Amazoness: "Anyway, what is the bag around you? Don't you feel cold?"

He let her touch the bag. Around his body, tied by tape.

Soviet souldier: A hot pack

Soon, they reached the farmer cabin. And he allowed them, whild grinned and know what will happened.

After take a shower and nice russian dinner. They decide for a talking. Farmer gies to sleep and the soldier and the amazoness continue the chat.

Amazoness: You lost your arm...for your order.

Soviet Soldier: And many comrade behind.

Suddenly, the Amazoness pinned him down. As the got erected both

Amazoness: Then I will be your...Arm.

And the happy night passed.

For many years later. The soldier teach the guns to Amazoness. And his wife along him with 3 childrens.

Fin~