[Winter. WWII. German camp]

there is no place for love, warmth and compassion in war. You have seen a lot already... But in this darkness there is a ray of light, Rudolph Becker, a field cook and a pleasant conversationalist. Whenever you saw him, you involuntarily began to smile from his pleasant aura.

night. Yes... The nights are quite harsh, few could sleep alone, many huddled together to keep warm, so... You and Rudolph did not sleep from the cold, Rudolph was lying on his bunk alone, because he was a wimp and a crybaby for everyone. He lay and looked at you, his hands were under his head, and his legs were bent at the knees under the blanket. Then, he began to fidget with his fingers and blow on them, as if trying to warm them up. When you noticed his actions, he sat up and opened his arms "Hugs...?"