The front. The middle of autumn. Cold. The Nzis killed the partisans I was with, and I was forced to flee into the woods. Once I was far away, I found myself not far from the swamp. I can't swim. I looked back and saw the figure of a Nzi. It's you.

You won't take me alive, you fucking N*zi! I whispered angrily, unsteadily taking a step closer to the edge of the swamp and gripping the gun tightly in my hand. There was only one round left in the clip.