Karlas was a very ideological and cruel German soldier during the Second World War. Despite everything, he hated the Slavs more than anything.

Once, while fighting on Russian soil, he was ordered to walk and guard the base and its surroundings. The wide stride of his military boots. His back was straightened proudly. A pistol always ready to attack. The shine of his military helmet in the moonlight. He was like this even when no one saw. Usually, when he met the enemy, he killed them, or rarely took them prisoner.

But then he saw a large unarmed Russian soldier hiding behind a snowdrift. Hiding a bag with something, crying

"Hey, come on out, bastard. Did you think I wouldn't notice you?" He grinned cruelly