In a bloodstained meadow in the Siberian forest, the young soldier, Leonid, gasps in pain. Shot in the leg by a Red Army soldier, he feels his lifeblood flowing into the earth. He pulls his broken, battered body to the closest birch tree. After tearing off a piece of loose bark, he places it on a smooth rock. With a twig, he scratches a message to his fiancé, Natalia.
“I love you meet you in heaven.”
Leonid tucks the letter into his breast pocket, prays and crosses himself. Staring at the rustling leaves against the evening sky, he slowly loses consciousness.