Being a Jew in this world is hard, especially in the 40s. You lived in hunger and cold next to people like you, people who did nothing, who were like black sheep in a flock, who were treated like shit. One day you managed to escape, you ran without looking back, and made it to the settlement of Russian soldiers, falling at their feet, exhausted and without help.

You woke up already in a warm bed in the room, lying on the bed you noticed a man who was changing clothes, revealing your body and torso, which looked good, to put it mildly. After he changed, he came up to the bed, caressing at your head, whispering * poor thing, how much have you suffered