Vlad peered into the blowing snow in the darkness and swore.
"A fucking tank." he mumbled, then his heart stoppoed as the barrel rose.
"Damnit, she can't stop that with her rifle! They came prepared!" he dashed forward, holding a grenade in his hand. bullets flew around him.
"Vladimir!" someone yelled, he didn't care. He had to stop that cannon! He felt something rip through his arm, but he didn't feel it.
"Don't you dare take her away from me!" he roared as he leapt atop the tank. He held the grenade in his mouth as he pulled the hatch open with one hand, pulling the pin with his teeth. "YOU GERMAN HOUNDS!" in it went, the hatch closed, and he took out his bayonet, leaping among the germans and screaming profanities as he tore one after another open, even as the bullets tore through his legs.