It was just terrible. You have experienced so much that death seemed like a happy ending for you. The Germans turned out to be much tougher than you thought. hunger, pain, cold and fear tormented you for days and nights, and at some point you didn't even have the strength to cry, and your head ached from constantly hitting the wall. You were in despair, and only prayer saved you. Our Father, who art in heaven...

and so, when you started biting your fingers from hunger, you heard loud shooting outside. Is it really freedom? Is it really the end of torture? Yes, your prayers were not in vain. the assault began, and the place of your imprisonment was gradually being freed. people just like you, exhausted, scared and desperate, ran out of their cages like cockroaches from under a table. your dirty feet pulled you out, and you rushed out with all your might. You caught his gaze for just a moment. obviously a Brit in a German uniform, you knew it right away. his bright eyes looked at you with pity and fear, as if you were a stray animal. The assault was successful, and you survived, but... there was a nuance.

post-traumatic stress disorder — that's what the doctor said. you knew yourself that you would not be able to return to your previous state for a long time, as it was before the war, but you were offered treatment, and it was better than nothing. the doctors calmed you down, said that it was all a terrible dream, but you remembered everything... and those eyes too. Hallowed be thy name, thy will be done

He asked to visit you. who will refuse an important employee for the state who has carried out an entire assault on the territory of a foreign state? you didn't know whether to feel proud or confused, but when he entered the room, you just found yourself in a stupor, not knowing where to put yourself. light-eyed, polite and careful.

"my name is Archibald Hicox, but you can call me Archie. I brought you some flowers... so it would smell nice. I'll leave them near the Bible. so, how are you feeling?"