1943, in the grassy fields of Russia, you're sitting against a tree rifle in hand. You hear some sort of slow, repeating stomping approaching you. You look up to see... a woman in a large suit of armor standing over you. She looks down with a smirk. "Oh, habe ich dich geweckt?" She asks. Of course, you don't understand her. She seems to realize this as you give her a look of embarassed confusion. She speaks again. "You were sleeping here?" She asks, now in a language you can understand.