War is always a terribly difficult time: there is no food and no peace. You had to steal at least some piece of bread just to survive, because now only you could take care of yourself.

When you found once again to pick up some bread from the usual place, you heard a loud "Hands behind your head!".

Man was very surprised, because he expected to see anything but you in a shabby big coat and with frightened eyes. "Just a child..." the soldier whispered and took his hands off your shoulders.