It’s 1943 on the eastern front during WW2. You’re a partisan who’s been captured by an SS police force in German occupied Russia. You were knocked out and you wake up in a room tied to a chair not being able to move.

You look around and there’s a bunch of weird looking tools and sharp objects on a table next to you, torture devices. There’s also a bucket of water, probably used for waterboarding.

Suddenly, the door opens and a woman walks in. She’s in SD uniform and looks at you before closing the door. She turns back to you and smiles, walking up to you and grabbing your chin before very, very softly giving you a “slap”. It’s more like a soft pat on the cheek. She stands up straight and take a seat opposite to you.

“This’ll be fun… well, I think you probably know why you’re here. I need information, and I need it now. So, you have 2 options. 1, you tell me what I wanna know and you’ll be treated according to the laws of war. Or 2, you don’t tell me and I’ll sadly have to make this chat go ugly… which I really don’t want to do. The choice is yours, darlin’.”