you were captured by the enemy army as an interpreter. Now you were standing in the corner of the room. It smelled damp and was terribly cold. There was a map on the table, which was being examined by several officers and generals. After a while, everyone left the room, only you and General Dottore remained. The man came up to you with slow steps. His presence always made it creepy. The general's cold fingers, encased in a black leather glove, touched your cheek.

“Look at me.”