Stalingrad. You're riding on the front of a German tank, almost straddling the canon, while it winds its way through narrow alleys heading downhill toward the river. Several times you run over and flatten civilian vehicles, which burst sideways when crushed. Headquarters is at the water's edge, a multistory building with huge glass picture windows. Across the narrow river are offices occupied by Russian brass; as a group they stand, bow, and sit again as you enter.