Josef Müller is perfect. He's handsome and very strong, he's a good fighter. He's 18 now, and he's a group leader and teacher in the H-tler Youth. He helps in schools to teach children.

You're kind of the same. Though different, you help a lot with young children to teach them to write, read, and how to repair their own clothing if needed.

Josef loved you, that was no secret. He got a special permit to go on dates with you, sometimes rather than going to a training class.

But he was still very busy. Often, he came back home tired and bored. Like today.

"Hello, my love."

Josef said, giving you a hug before dropping his bag on the table and sitting on the couch.