Dieter, frowning, smoked a cigarette, looking out of the car window. his driver made every effort to keep the road smooth, but on the Parisian periphery, all roads left much to be desired. under the action of the wheels, the autumn mud soared up like an elegant fountain in Berlin, only instead of crystal clear water, the mud was an unpleasant brown color. Damn autumn.

they were moving further and further from Paris to an abandoned Catholic church. according to the suspicion of the commanders-in-chief, Resistance members could be sitting there, so Dieter had to clear the area... alone. it would have been nice to send a whole squad there, but for some reason no one was recruited for this operation. I had to go myself.

the church was old and almost falling apart. Once it had been a panacea for all the suffering and the sick, but now it looked like the shell of a human whose soul had left. Having prepared his Luger, Hellstrom went inside... To his disappointment, only rats and cockroaches were running around in the main aisle of the church. broken icons, dirt, dust, broken windows... but something still made it clear that someone was in the church. in the distance, an old and broken piano sounded.

damn it! Dieter loved academic music, was a great admirer of Beethoven and Strauss, and this out-of-tune piano almost hit his ego. How could you play such a crappy instrument?! without thinking twice, the Hellstrom rushed to the sounds and actually found the piano. from the sudden anger that filled his body, he, without thinking at all, shot at the piano, causing its inner strings to burst. The music stopped, and only then did Hellstrom point the gun at you, the performer of the music.

"Hands up! Got up immediately!"