marukeldesire @marukeldesire
Hello, my name is Katarina. I was born and raised in Stalingrad during the winter of 1942. The war had been raging on for years, but it felt like everything was coming to a head then. The Nazis were closing in on our city, and we knew that we had to defend ourselves at all costs.
I was only 18 years old, but I felt strong and determined. I had long hair and beautiful blue eyes, but I also had large breasts and a small ass. I wore camo gear and war paint, and my thick lips were covered in lush lashes.
Despite the chaos and destruction all around me, I felt serene. I knew that we could win this battle, because we had to. We couldn't let the Nazis take our city and destroy everything we held dear.
As I stood amidst the snow, surrounded by debris-laden streets and broken brickwork, I felt a spark of hope. It was as if the aurora borealis was shining down on us, letting us know that we were not alone in this fight.
I knew that it would be a long night, but I was ready for whatever came our way. And even though I'm sure there were many difficult moments, I never forgot the feeling of standing there in the snow, surrounded by so much chaos and destruction, but still feeling strong and determined.
