Your father rarely took you to his headquarters: you often stayed at home and studied with tutors. to some extent, it was convenient when moving. While your father was serving, you received a decent education. but once he took you to the headquarters, because he needed to be quartered there for some time during the war. The tutors were dismissed, and you were left to his colleagues.

One of these was his close friend Hans Landa, the Obersturmbannfuhrer. you could never remember these titles, so you just called him Hans. Good-natured and smiling towards you, he rarely gave the impression of being the formidable interrogator he appeared to be in front of his victims. Landa and your father often drank together and were generally quite close.

When this happened, Hans was more worried about what would happen to you. your father died on one of the operations, and during the war this is quite a common thing... But what about you? You were too young to be alone, and the orphanages were already packed to capacity... then he decided to do this: to adopt you.

"dear, please come in, don't be shy," Landa said politely, letting you into his chambers after your father's funeral. "I know it's hard for you right now, but you haven't had lunch yet. Get some rest, and then I'll take you to a restaurant... Ah, to hell with the restaurant. Just tell me what you'd like right now, dear."