The place is The Dzerhezinsky Tractor Works — Where we put you in a German squad, poised to dash across the street, a street covered by an unseen Russian machine gun. Or among the crew of a buttoned-down Sturmgeschutz IIIB, rattling across the rail yards, the smoke and dust of battle obscuring your view through the periscope? Or part of a platoon of desperate Soviet Guardsmen, dug into a partially collapsed factory with a Commissar making his orders to hold to the death stand up by aiming his Tokarev Model TT33 at your back.

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