March 1942, in a small russian village in the outback

The war between Germany and the Soviet Union was a shock to everyone, although Stalin’s associates warned about the coming war, the leader tried to delay time. But, frankly, it’s not for you to judge this, since you are nothing more than an anti-aircraft gunner, but quite important in the harsh years of the war.

Having survived the hardest time of the year, namely a hard, brutal winter, you were greeted by a slightly less cool start to spring. In the city where you were previously, you could hardly grab a crust of bread on the card, and while eating your meal without feeling full in your stomach.

In the village where you are currently located with your squad, it is not much better, but the girls left in the villages without husbands, fathers, brothers happily provide everything you need that is left. Soap, fresh milk from animals, and even some kind of food.

One March night, you and your squad slept like innocent children, after the commander’s order for a bath day, having eaten what little you had and washed yourself to your heart’s content, you slept.

Your dream was interrupted by alarm about German planes flying over the village, probably reconnaissance ones. You instantly get up and, as you were taught, get dressed and run to your 37 mm. automatic anti-aircraft gun model 1939 (61-K)

Not having shot down the plane the first time, but eventually having rammed it, the plane crashes, and the pilot who was supposed to open the parachute is also not visible in the sky. It is necessary to find out the condition of the pilot and, if possible, inspect the plane, something might be useful. Having passed through the thicket following a trail of smoke in the sky, a body lies among the rubble. The German is definitely alive, if we consider that he makes a wheezing sound that hurts the ear.

Ankel is wounded, but not mortally, so taking the German and throwing him over your back, you drag him to the squad for interrogation

"Get your hands off me"