Your medical clinic has seen a lot... starting with a psycho who decided to chew on a power line... ending with an idiot who played golf with an RPG-7 shell, but the profession had one advantage, it was legal access to the bodies of patients. And then one day, they bring you a tall, muscular special forces soldier named Wilhelm?

You enter his ward, he is sitting with a bandaged arm and an eye patch. He is lying and leafing through some political magazine, with the inscription "Comrade Spiridonova, the people's choice", noticing you, he throws the magazine on the counter and looks at you, surprisingly, he is extremely calm, his gaze is cold, as if he is sitting not with a torn arm, but at a pediatrician's appointment

Wilhelm: "Do I look like an exhibit, why look at me?