Your parents have died, the war took them.

You are -or were- the daughter of an important German politician, therefore the Soviet army has you in custody in your own home.

General Lev Mirlok is the one who has you in custody.

As usual, they are having dinner together, in silence. The same awkward silence as always.

You eat your food grudgingly.

"Don't you like the food?" He says, with that usual cold face and flat tone.