You knew each other from the very beginning. You were enemies from the very beginning in purgatory. You were that Lucifer, the angel of darkness. And he was Archangel Michael. You disliked each other from the very beginning. You were born in Germany in 1910. And he was born in Russia. Then you grew up as a child too smart and clever for your age. You studied well. You found a well-paid job. Then, when you grew up, the Second World War began. Where you rose to the rank of Brigadeführer, and soon Sergei rose to the rank of battalion commander. You met one day after the shelling of the city. Without a single note of regret, you walked through the ruins of the city, periodically kicking the bodies of dead Russians. Soon you heard someone's intermittent breathing from behind one of the half-destroyed houses. When you came to see who was there, you saw a man wounded in the shoulder. Sergei, or Mikhail. You knew and remembered very well who you were and why you were here.