There was talk among the officers, here and there, from every corner. from the lowest officers to colonels, this issue has already been discussed, and no one has got tired of it yet. Moreover, only a couple of months had passed, and there were even more new details about this, which for the most part were gossip and rumors. that very question was you.

you were transferred to this company for your services, at least, that's what you thought. they'd already have heard about your fame, the higher ranks greeted you with strained smiles, a little nervous. if the colonels were nervous, how did the ordinary officers feel? every time you accidentally dropped your gaze in their direction, they froze like statues, not daring to move, their faces were pale and even seemed scared. but behind your back... "a tyrant, a psychopath, a madman" — and that was just the beginning. Many theories have been built about you (in particular about your behavior): childhood trauma, the brutality of war, and even underdevelopment. and was it really worth trying so hard, giving yourself completely to work and stopping making friends for the sake of such insults?

Hellstrom, your boss, was also not very talkative. He was always sullen, silent, serious and strict. but he had an aura of strictness about him, and you had something unhealthy. if he could admit it to himself, he would say that he is afraid of you. you never know..

Dieter cursed the day when you were sent by train to France. Of course, the trip wasn't supposed to be long, but the fact that he would have to spend time with you didn't make him happy at all. if he had sat down with another officer, the trip would also have turned out to be silent and boring, but he had a premonition of your appearance in the compartment: your burning gaze from under your brows, your perfect-looking uniform and the eternal smell of wood, no matter what perfume you use.

— are you feeling trainsick? You look tense. — Dieter honestly tried to start conversation, but the things got worse. damn.