We find something in the forest

The ten of us have just departed, and we are making our way through the forest.

“Hey!” A voice calls from ahead. “What is this?”

The column halts. I fall out and hurry along the side to the front, where Hobbs is holding a piece of paper.

“They’re everywhere!” He says, looking up. The ground is littered with them.

I pick one of them up off the ground.

“They called….” I say, searching for the word. “Листовка.”

“Leaflets.” Clarke mutters.

“What does it say?” Hobbs asks me. I bring the paper up to my face.

“It is about bombing.” I tell them as I begin to read. “Боже мой!”

I drop the paper and cover my mouth.

“What is it? What did they do?”

“They… they kill bunch of people as **** for bombing, look at picture!”

“They couldn’t!” Hobbs argues.

“Murdering civilians as retribution?” Clarke asks in anger. “For an act of war?”

“I should have known you allies would not have stomach for this. Such is life on Eastern front.” I tell them.

“I just…” Hobbs begins. “I didn’t think that they could ever do something like that.”

“You not have to think. Here is proof. Now you know who we are fighting.”

“Come on.” Clarke says, throwing a leaflet to the ground and stomping on it. “We’ll get those motherfuckers back for this.”