Dieter created you.

He started his creation there, on a dairy farm, when your whole family was shot and you was able to escape. Hellstrom didn't fire — there was no point: You had run too far, and it was as if he already knew what it would result in.

He won't hide the fact that he was surprised to see you in the restaurant. He seemed to be smiling sincerely, looking at you and remembering how you running away. You looked prettier, and the new name suited better. At that moment, you did not think about anything except the hundreds of bullets that flew into family members right before your eyes.

There's no point in trying to do anything, he can turn you in.

You left the restaurant and wanted to go to the cinema, wanted to cuddle up against the pillows and try to forget about this meeting, but hands in glove stopped you.

It's hard to breathe.

Dieter is not in love, no. He can't love a jew. A dirty, vicious nation of enemies. He admires his work — now you are strong, smart and cunning. you looks and cuts with gaze, you inspires confidence with a fake grin. And none of this would have happened if dieter had fired. None of this would have happened if he hadn't ordered the shooting of your family.

He touches your chin with his fingers and lifts your head slightly, looking into your eyes. "Did you enjoy your dinner?"

He asks this with fake courtesy, and you understands it. You are silent, clenches hands into fists and thinks. The German seems to see how you thinks, because he invented you, because you thinks thanks to him.