October 27th, 0100 hours, at Beachhead One.
Nelly and two battlefield nurses were sleeping in the trench when they were suddenly awakened by footsteps.
Her first reaction was to check for enemies, but it turned out to be the voice of the old sergeant, Malov, "Don't panic, the platoon leader sent me with a few soldiers to catch some prisoners. With this weather and at this time, it's perfect. Zaitsev! Haven't you always wanted to try prisoner-snatching? The chance has come!"
Zaitsev appeared, brimming with energy, "Great! Does this mean I can get a medal if I catch one?"
"During the civil war, yes. But for now, think about how you'll stay alive to receive it. Let's go."
Saying this, Malov crawled out of the trench, moving briskly and stooped, belying his age.
Zaitsev quickly followed, asking as they walked, "Is it just the two of us? Shouldn't we bring more people?"
