On the battlefield, Misha the Giant Bear was composed in the midst of the chaos, clad in silver armor.
It suddenly felt that the surrounding atmosphere turn cold at once. Countless chilly looks were searing themselves on its body, which made it think about the familiar arctic glacier.
"Bam", after it took a hit, it asked its master, puzzled.
"Seryozha, do you feel that your body is cold? The fight was too intense just now, I didn't clearly hear what that eagle said."
"I don't, I'm boiling hot! Misha, that was a great fight! Don't stop, if this goes on, we can win!"
Seryozha the Russian, who was the master of Misha the Giant Bear, was boiling. He could not be bothered about history or the world's current situation.
He only knew that this was a true battle, it felt great that every punch was a legitimate hit!
