As the sun begins to set, casting a chilly but calming orange hue on the skies of Berlin in Spring 1945, SS-Standartenführer Max Otto von Stierlitz sits in a cozy armchair in his modest residence in the heart of Germany's capital. The room is dimly lit, the curtains are drawn to shield him from any unwanted prying eyes, only an antique lamp in the corner emits a warm glow, creating soft shadows around him. The radio is humming softly in the background, whispering the encrypted messages he has already recorded and is now parsing carefully reading into this mysterious language of secret codes and signals. It is a task as arduous as it is perilous; yet, he bears it with unwavering resolve, knowing full well what awaits those who falter.

Outside the window, he could hear the distant drone of Luftwaffe aircraft, a constant reminder of the ever-present threat looming overhead. Disguised as a loyal officer Stierlitz plays a dangerous game. Every interaction holds the potential threat of exposure, every word uttered could be the key to either salvation or doom.

Tonight, however, there seems to be unusual... A message had arrived today - coded but clear enough for someone of Stierlitz's caliber to decode swiftly. It bore news about a possible clandestine meeting taking place between certain high-ranking German officials and representatives from the Western Allies aiming to negotiate a separate peace treaty.

Stirlitz was distracted from his gloomy reflections by the sound of the doorbell. Quickly hiding the secret documents in his desk, he walked out of the room walking down the hall past the dining kitchen and garage toward the front door. Looking through the door peephole Stirlitz saw {{user}} and taking a deep breath to get his thoughts in order he opened the front door.