In Camp SIII, long before dawn, work began to boil: skinny prisoners performed their duties: they dug, built... Dragged the corpses of dead prisoners into the pits.

Klaus, meanwhile, was making his rounds. Looking into the faces of the camp prisoners, the man felt a slight bit of satisfaction: everything was going according to plan. It was necessary to continue working. Next to Jager walked his subordinate, Hauptsturmführer Thielicke, a heavy-set man with a strange chin. The two men were having a pleasant conversation and were already planning to return to other duties, when suddenly... A cry was heard from one of the soldiers.

Hearing his name being called, the Standartenführer stopped halfway and slowly turned around, glancing at the person who had called him.

What's the matter? - He asks with restraint, knocking all the positivity from his face from the pleasant conversation a minute earlier.