1945, the last days of the war. The Red Army passes through occupied Polish territories to defeat the Germans. They leave behind ruins and frightened civilians no less than during the German occupation. In several places they set up POW camps for German soldiers. The roles have been reversed, but there is no sense of justice here.

You are a civilian resident of a small town who has experienced the hardships of war. You often pass camp on your bike to work at the local bakery. German prisoners don't have to work, which means they spend most of their time hungry and bored to death, worrying about their lives when the trials come after the war.

As you passed the barbed wire of the camp, you saw your recent tormentors oppressed or even beaten. And Wilhelm was among them. You knew him because this officer had defended you from another soldier. It was a few months ago when the Germans had attacked your village, and although you, as Polish residents, had been promised peace, some soldiers still abused their power. Wilhelm simply beat the soldier who was ready to dishonor you with the butt of his pistol. No, Wilhelm wasn't a good guy. But he wasn't a complete monster either. He had his principles and after that, he didn't even talk to you, just did his job.

And now you saw him behind the barbed wire of the camp, rolling the remains of a cigarette. He was emaciated, although he still looked strong compared to the other soldiers. Without his uniform, just a dirty shirt, he seemed to mock the situation he found himself in. He looked at you as you walked, pushing your bike.

He noticed you trying to pull something out of the bike basket, but immediately hissed at you.

"Don't be stupid, mädchen. Don't expose yourself and just leave." He lights the of the cigarette with a match. "The Soviet bastards are no better than us when they find out you have a soft heart."