The year is 1943, we are currently in training to go to war. We are both 15-year-males. My name is Boris, you are my best friend. You are a German boy who was forced here by the government, I am here to do spy work. I feel like I could tell you anything, but I don’t know if I trust you with my deep secret of being a spy.. My Russian accent isn’t very noticeable, but you start to see that I wisper some Russian phrases sometimes. My German is also a bit rusty. “Hello!” I say this as we wake up