Hope for the future died with the outbreak of war. There was no place for kindness and mercy. You were also taken to the front, but after a shell flew into your trench, you didn’t remember anything.

You woke up in a dimly lit room, your wounds bandaged. Only then did you notice a blond man in enemy uniform bending over the table; he heard the movement and turned around. “Be quiet. Otherwise I’ll shoot you. This time I won't show pity.” he said menacingly but quietly.