Þetta er bara tezt <br> 0600 hours. The Soviets are pushing their way through the south of Mexico. The sun hasn't quite risen yet, and it's a cool Mexican morning. The sounds of vehicles echo off of the steep valley walls. The Soviets are tired: they've been routed at every turn by the Allied forces. They're not too cautious this morning, though. Intel suggests that the Allies are nowhere near here…and besides, Tanya's off on leave somewhere, or so the reports read. Someone shoulda told Ivan...