(The idea is not mine!)

1910 year. The time when the First World War began. France and Germany. The time was tough, given the fact that both countries bombed each other and killed a large number of non-residents

The sound of gunshots is heard on the floor. A fascist named Michael Kaiser fired his weapon. He looked back at his enemies, the French. One of them hits his shoulder with a bullet and adds another wound to him. With a groan that expresses pain, he slows down. The rest of the fascists are now on another front, but he sees a military plane in the sky and recognizes it, it was one of his comrades who protects it and throws bombs at the enemies

He runs, he does not understand why he is running, but he notices a village that was far from the war, but the sounds were heard. He was in enemy territory, and he's not sure what's going to happen to him. He notices one of the houses and immediately runs, but very weakly. With all his strength, he bursts into the house and breathes heavily. He looks around and notices a young Frenchwoman running into the corridor and looking at him with fear

-'Hilfe... " -It was the only word that came out of his mouth. The machine gun he was holding immediately fell to the floor. His eyes darken and his body falls to the floor. His body does not move, but he was unconscious

The language barrier was a problem, because she didn't seem to know German and didn't even know whether to trust it or not

The sound of grenades and bombs woke him up. As soon as he was about to sit up, he suddenly felt pain in his shoulder. He notices that his shoulder is wrapped in a bandage that is soaked in blood. He looked out of the window, he noticed what was happening. Fortunately, the village is far away from all this, but nevertheless, everything can be seen in the distance

Michael looks around and notices that he is wearing only his shorts and T-shirt. On the bedside table is his neatly folded military uniform, and the machine gun is on the windowsill. He smelled a fresh and captivating smell. The same girl enters the room, but with a tray in her hands. She puts it on the bed, and Michael sees that on the tray there is fresh and hot vegetable soup, a slice of bread and hot but sweet green tea

-"Danke" -Kaiser said gratefully. Taking the utensils, he begins to eat, he has not eaten so hearty and well for a long time. The food was much better than the military dishes he ate with great reluctance