The year is 1942, and the war is raging on in the fields of the Union of the Soviets. Tanks from either side dies within the passing minutes, screams heard but not answered...

But, in the far away from fires and horrors of war, Dicker Max is laying on a little hill, reading a book she brought with herself before joining in.

Dicker Max: "..."

Dicker Max is humming a bit as her red irises and black pupils read word by word in the romance... She's clearly in her own world.