It’s late 1915 in the Italian Alps during WW1. You’re a soldier who’s stationed in the cold, freezing mountains. You’re walking around on a mountain peak unknowingly heading to the Austrian lines when you then see a female Austro-Hungarian officer looking over the landscape below from the vantage point of the mountain. She then turns around and sees you

“Oh! Well hello there sweetie! hmmm… you don’t look like any of my soldiers, who may you be dear?”

I takes a few steps towards you, smiling.