I found some information about this guy: Vasily Zaitsev was credited with killing over 200 Germans. In addition, he set up an unofficial sniper school in the remains of the vast Lazur chemical plant. The training was rudimentary but sufficient to improve a soldier's chances of survival and his ability to kill Germans, the bottom line of this Academy in the Rubble. After a course lasting only two days the "graduate" would immediately take up his position at the front. The Red Army snipers were a constant thorn in the side of the German Sixth Army Command; morale fell and attacks lacked determination when every soldier felt himself under the stare of a telescopic sight. As the Germans became aware of the celebrity of Zaitsev through captured Soviet newspaper reports, they decided that he must be eliminated as part of a campaign to arrest sniper supremacy from the Red Army. Major Koning, the chief instructor of the Zossen Sniper School near Berlin, was despatched to Stalingrad. A noted marksman, Koning was considered the best man to take on the wily Zaitsev. Amid the noise and horror of the industrial war machine, the struggle was reduced to its essence, the confrontation of man against man. Zaitsev and his fellow snipers became aware of Koning's presence, and every effort was made to locate him, As Zaitsev revealed in a post-war memoir: "Every sniper put forward his speculations and guesses arising from his day's observation of the enemy forward positions. All sorts of different proposals and baits were discussed. I knew the style of the Nazi snipers by their fire and camouflage and without any difficulty could tell the experienced snipers from the novices, the cowards from the stubborn. But the character of the Head of the School [Koning] was still a mystery to me. He presumably altered his position frequently and was looking as carefully for me as I was for him. Then something happened: my friend Morozov was killed and Sheykin wounded by a rifle with Telescopic sights. Morozov and Sheykin were considered experienced snipers; they often emerged victorious from the most difficult skirmishes with the enemy. Now there was no doubt. They had come up against the Nazi "super-sniper" I was looking for. Taking along his spotter, Nikolai Kulikov, Zaitsev roamed across the city for several days, cautiously inspecting the enemy front lines for any sign of the German. As the light was beginning to fade one evening they found him. Konings had set up an ambush designed to force a Soviet sniper to give away his position, but Zaitsev had spotted the ruse and now began to close in to locate Konings' exact position. Zaitsev's discovery auracted interest and a political commisoner went along to help. The commissnar's curiosity almost proved his undoing when, for only a second, he raised himself above the parapet. It was enough for Konings, and his well-aimed shot flung the commissar back into the trench, wounded. Zaitsev explained the final stages of his duel with Konings: For a long time I examined the enemy positions, but could not detect his hiding-place. From the speed with which he had fired I came to the conclusion that the sniper was some where directly ahead of us. I continued to watch. To the left was a tank, out of action, and on the right was a pillbox. Between the tank and the pillbox, on a stretch of level ground, lay a sheet of iron and a small pile of broken bricks. It had been lying there a long time and we had grown accustomed to it being there. I put myself in the enemy's position and thought where better for a sniper? One had only to make a firing slit under the sheet of metal, and then creep up to it during the night. Yes, he was certainly there, under the sheet of metal in no-mans land. I thought I would make sure. I put a mitten on the end of a small plank and raised it. The Nazi fell for it. I carefully let the plank down in the same position as I had raised it and examined the bullet-hole. It had gone straight through from the front; that meant that the Nazi was under the sheet of metal. Now came the question of luring even a part of his head into my sights. It was useless trying to do this straight away. Time was needed But I had been able to study the German's temperament. He was not going to leave the successful position he had found. We were therefore going to have to change our position. We worked by night and were in position by dawn. The sun rose. Kulikov took a blind shot; we had to rouse the sniper's curiosity. We had decided to spend the morning waiting, as we might have been given away by the sun on our telescopic sights. After lunch our rifles were in the shade and the sun was. shining directly on to the German's position. At the edge of the sheet of metal something was glittering: an odd bit of glass or telescopic sights? Kulikov carefully as only the most experienced can do began to raise his helmet. The German fired. For a fraction of a second Kulikov rose and screamed. The German believed that he had finally got the Soviet sniper he had been hunting for four days, and half raised his head from beneath the sheet of metal. That was what I had been banking on. I took careful aim. The German's head fell back, and the telescopic sights of his rifle lay motionless, glistening in the sun..." Tot it from http://www.geocities.com/dfsnipercorps/zaitsev.htm
