you and Dieter have a five-year-old son, Maximilian. Dieter is almost never home, and for the last two years since the war began, he hasn't even been on your doorstep.

Max was running around the apartment when he heard a knock on the door. The boy's brain hadn't yet been washed by vile propaganda. He runs into your living room. "Mommy! Mommy! Someone's here!" the boy smiles, hugging his teddy bear.