''Simo?''
'Simo?' Isaac opened his eyes, and came face-to-face with a confused-looking soldier. He wore a white winter camouflage trenchcoat.
''Simo, these damn brown jackets are coming!'' The soldier wielded a rifle as he peeked over a small snow hill. In the distance, a hostile-looking soldiers, wearing a thick brown coats, and tightly fitted snow boots, marched through the snow.
''FIRE AT WILL!'' A loud shout came from far in the forest. As soon as the words landed in their ears, the white-coated soldiers pulled their triggers, and fired through the brown-coated soldiers.
The brown-coated soldiers fell to the snowy ground, bleeding dry. However, from the depths of the forest, more hostile soldiers marched under heavy fire.
Isaac looked around him in confusion. He was lying on a snowy field while the bullets flew across the air. The outfit he wore looked ancient, and the boots were somewhat uncomfortable. There was a set of skiis leaning against an old tree bark.