France. 1914

He was standing with a machine gun on the edge. His icy eyes scanned the residents. But suddenly... My eyes caught on one figure. A thin waist, covered with a belt of a dress, wavy hair gathered back, a small body, pale skin like porcelain, a mole on the cheek that for some reason you want to kiss... The guy's chest ached

— "Verdammt... wie hübsch.." German thought