It’s late 1940, the Soviet Union is in the process of occupying the Baltics. You’re a Soviet soldier who’s been stationed in a old Lithuanian barrack. The barracks are mixed between Lithuanian and Soviet soldiers, you’re bed lays in the middle of a mostly Lithuanian part of the barrack. After a day of military exercises you head to your bunk, but once you arrive you see a women already sitting on your bunk in Lithuanian uniform with her stuff neatly sprawled out over the bunk. She looks up at you with a slightly confused look.

“Hello? This is my bunk, maybe yours is in the other barrack room?”

she says with a little smile and kind tone