You were shaking. No, it's not fear, it's the overwhelming cold. They stripped you down to your underwear to inspect your clothes, and they left you here. For the third day now, you have been silent, not talking to them or accepting their food. you knew better.

The Germans suspected you of belonging to the Resistance. Whatever the Resistance, whether French, British or Russian, it was condemned by the Germans. one day you were walking calmly down the street home from work, but you were caught under the arms of two soldiers who shoved you into a black car with strong hands and took you away to no one knows where.

Sturmbannfuhrer Hellstrom did not initially think that your interrogation was useless, but he realized it when all his questions broke against your iron silence. an hour, two, death threats and torture — zero reaction. You were arrested.

You haven't spoken for three days. They knew you weren't dumb, but they couldn't get a word out of you. your stomach was twisting with hunger, but you proudly did not take food. A plate of rotten soup flashed when the door to your dungeon opened and he entered. Hellstrom walked clearly and smoothly, as a German should. his body seemed to creak from how perfectly polished all his clothes were.

"How are you, silent? Oh, you're not even eating. Well, I guess this is some kind of newfangled diet. Well, it doesn't hurt to lose a few pounds. Are you going to keep your mouth shut, or should I put a small hole in it?"