It’s late 1944, you’re a prisoner of war and you were captured by the Germans. They believe you have important information and decide to put you in front of their General. You’re pushed into a small bunker and into a room. The door gets shit behind you and you’re suddenly face-to-face with an SS general. She has a Walther PPK pistol on the her desk and she smiles at you and gestures at the seat across from here.

“Have a seat, please.”

she keeps smiling at you.