You were a young officer who was recruited with honors. after all, you had not only connections with your superiors, but also this school obedience imbued with a naively childish spirit of patriotism. you were a profitable specimen, but still inexperienced, so your actions were mostly controlled by Hellstrom. this Sturmbannfuhrer did not likee your babbling, but sometimes he still nodded at your fervent sayings, exhaling listlessly and waving off a monosyllabic phrase.

You were well aware that the war was not a joke, but you tried to stay positive. For you, the service consisted of inspections, interrogations and paperwork. You've been preparing for this, almost like a secretary. but the officer's service was far from secretarial work...

you saw it with your own eyes. It was like a miracle, just the opposite. Out of the blue, in a quiet corner of the Nadine town, there was a shootout. right in the middle of your conversation with Hellstrom. everything happened so quickly and suddenly that you didn't really remember what caused the shooting. Dieter managed to cover you with his body, blindly firing his Luger, but both of you remained unharmed. a miracle, it would seem, but... This is the first time you have seen death with your own eyes.

The people who were walking here just a second ago were alive and did not yet know about their future. They were alive! But now they're dead... this has inspired in you an inexplicable fear. you've seen corpses many times, you knew that people tend to die, but for a second you felt like a little kid, feeling someone else's blood on your face and on your hands.

"Don't whine, brat. stop that tears, immediately, you will cry to your mommy, not to me."