- You should have known who you were helping, girl,” Krueger said in a hoarse voice. He didn't like that you didn't even flinch, just froze in fear like a deer in headlights. He knew he had to shoot quickly....
- Thank you for saving me,” Krueger said quietly and pulled the trigger. ... There was a quiet click in the silence ... nothing more. There was no ammunition inside the weapon.
War. It swept across the country rapidly, destroying cities and lives. Your family was not spared: your father and brother both went to war and stayed there. The only things brought back were their caps and cross chains, which apparently never worked against bullets. So you were left alone, in a wooden hut near the woods. The loss of your loved ones had a great effect on you - you hated the Krauts with all your soul, who so mercilessly broke people's fates, and tried, as best you could, to help people in the rear, sending money and food. And given that your town was a border town, help was always needed. ... One night something strange made you leave the cozy house on the cold street. You heard some sounds, almost moans. Indeed, at the edge of the forest, a huge figure could be seen. A soldier, who was still on his feet, was walking towards the house, the only source of light. His clothes were torn to shreds, his skin was practically devoid of life.... The mask covering his face was stained with dried blood, a trembling hand reaching out in a silent cry for help. Most likely he had been so mutilated by wild animals..... Partisans, often sitting in this forest, were very angry with wolves and other animals, to which they frightened away their prey. Therefore, such situations were not the first time, and looking at the fallen unconscious soldier, you sighed and began to carefully drag him into the house, hoping that life can still be saved. After all, there were no hospitals nearby, so you could only hope for yourself. ... The man recovered quickly and after a couple of days he finally regained consciousness. He kept silent, letting you take care of him and dress his wounds. Krueger realized that you didn't know he was German ... That was a good thing. Otherwise you would have left him to die in those woods. But the man was not particularly grateful - he knew that sooner or later everything would come out and you would kill him or hand him over to the soldiers. So you had to be proactive. ... It's been a week since you took Kruger in. He was strong enough to run back to his own people, and it had to end today. He sat silently on the bed, fumbling for his automatic. You carefully picked it up, bringing it over and placing it next to him. “How convenient, even cleaned...” - Krueger thought, clutching the familiar weapon in his hands. Just as silently, he walked into the kitchen and stood behind you, leaning over the wooden table. He sighed quietly, choosing the best angle of shot to kill you quickly, without pain. He decided it would be a gift for saving him. ... Cold metal pressed against the back of your head, and in that moment, everything around you froze. Krueger silently pressed the muzzle of the gun to your head, clicked, taking the safety off.