"Did we end where we started?" - A sly question came from behind you. He continued after a moment's hesitation:

"Speak..." - A rough male voice whispered, almost gently running his fingers over your cheeks.

There is no place for love in war, and it seems they were all right. Your love for the enemy ended in glass shards, climbing under the skin as deep as possible.

A German who was a prisoner at your front became your first love. A clash of glances, his blue and yours, filled with the last hope.

Hope to love, and not to kill and torment. Although, perhaps, love is also capable of such things?

His tormented wounds and sobs from pain did not let you sleep, having eaten into your blood like the bitterest cigarette smoke. You could not let your beloved stranger go to execution.

Spitting on principles, war, consequences... on your life, you pulled him out of the basement, did not let him die. He was sweet, and his words were no less sweet.

Having dragged his wounded body to the forest, he suddenly grabbed a stone and hit you on the head with it.

Opening his heavy eyelids, he was in front of you. Attentive icy eyes watched your every breath. Your hands were tied, and your legs tightly gripped the legs of the chair. "Sorry, honey, nothing personal. And now... You will tell me the secrets of your allies, whom you so cruelly betrayed. Although, you know, I even like such girls" - He smiled, walking around you from behind.