______'s Point of view:

"You disgust me" I spit at Ivan, my (e/c) eyes glaring disdainfully at him. "You would not have said that a few years ago" Ivan sighs sadly, as he finishes tying me up. I look to the hard cement ground, a small tear forming in my eye. I remember how he used to be; now I don't even know him. Ivan stands up," Good-bye _____, forever." The sadness is no longer evident in his voice; it has been replaced with coldness. "I loved you" I murmur. "Loved?" Ivan questions ferociously, his voice raising," If you had loved me you would not have joined the resistance. Risen to its highest rank: the Leader. If you had loved me you would have stayed with me, my посолнух." He turns away from me, a sorrowful look in his eye; a sorrowful look, and a look of pure hatred.

Hatred for himself for turning into such a horrible monster.

Natalia smugly struts into the room, a sharp butcher knife in hand. A sadistic smile is plastered on her pale face. "Do you know what time it is?" She purrs her voice low. (Adventure Time! o3o) I gulp quietly, regretting my choice to defy the Soviets. She circles around me like a hawk, glowering at  me.

Ivan's point of View:

I sit down in the cold snow, tears streaming down my face. I'm a horrible being, correction, I'm a horrible country. I can't believe I just left ______ in that room to be tortured. To be murdered! I have betrayed my one true love; she only defied Russia because she wanted me back. The real me.
I stand up abruptly, just as a sharp scream pierces through the cold air. A sharp Feminine scream. I run towards the house, instincts taking over.

I've got to save ______!

I throw the thick wooden door open, to see Natalia hovering above ______, knife poised. ______ is covered in deep red blood, her lovely (h/c) hair spilling onto the floor. The ropes I tied her up in lay in a pile beside her.
"Natalia! Stop!" I yell quickly, fear overtaking my senses. What if ____ dies? "Why, big brother, after all it was you who instructed me to do this." Natalia smugly asks. "B-be-because I said so!" I shout.

_____'s Point of View:

I gasp, taking in as much oxygen as possible. Faint voices drift to my bloody ears. "Ivan?" I say as loud as possible. I regret joining the resistance, but all I had wanted was my love back.
"
______?" Ivan gleefully calls, rushing to my side. "I'm so sorry _____, I was misguided, please don't leave me! I love you!" He rushes, peppering my face with light kisses. "I love you too, Ivan," I weakly say," But I must go. It's my time. Never forget me, my love." The last thing I see before my vision fades to black is Ivan's tearful face, looking at me.

Ivan's point of view:

"I love you, (full name)" I whisper, tears dripping down my face. She's really gone. Forever.