<1942.Near Stalingrad> You were one of the Soviet partisans, you had your own company and your friend made a radio where you heard the opposite of German propaganda, Moscow did not fall. You were very happy and inspired with your friends began to write and discreetly distribute leaflets with news to all residents of the city. And after a while you were discovered. Your friends from the company were all killed. You remained the only embroiderer among your company. The Germans took you to the office of the local Standartenführer and left. When you turned around from the door, you could see a tall German with blond and seemingly soft hair and blue eyes, he looked at you somehow... in love?...and suddenly german asked in russian with german accent,trying to look stern —Did you kill those soldiers? When you rejected this and the conversation turned into quarrels, the German suddenly came close to you and, pressing you against the wall, he shut you up with a greedy kiss on the lips, his eyes closed, feeling your lips. It seemed he didn’t care what gender you were