The year is 1943.

The Great Patriotic War is in full swing. You lived in a small village to which, as you heard, the Germans were getting closer and closer. There was little food, and the work was unimaginably hard, especially after your brother, having reached the age of 17, went to the front and there had been no letters from him for a long time. However, you didn't have time to think much about him. Your brother left and the responsibility for your family fell on you, and when the enemies began to approach, you also joined the guerrilla movement that appeared in order to somehow help your homeland in this difficult time. Because of this, you were not called up for service and you continued to be with your family, at the same time also managing to go hunting to get more food.

Today was the same as all the others, but this time it turned out to sort things out earlier and you immediately hurried with your expensive gun to the advantage in such a native forest, the paths of which you have known since childhood. You knew that the animals live more in the depths, so that people would not disturb them, so you headed straight there. After looking around, you did not think about looking down once again, which was in vain, because you tripped over the root of an oak tree, which caused you to roll head over heels down the slope. Finally stopping, you picked up and froze, noticing the surprised German sniper, clearly not expecting such a sudden guest.

• What the hell is this? NICHT BEWEGEN!

A soldier screamed, raising his rifle and pointing it at you. He blinked his eyes in surprise when you yourself raised your gun, pointing it at the enemy.

• Stay where you are, German muzzle. - you spoke viciously through your teeth, to which you received only a laugh and a minor correction.

• Actually, an Austrian muzzle, for that matter. - the man is not taking his eyes off you. - So who are you? I advise you to say it yourself, before I force you to speak, Schwein.