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the war was cruel and merciless. a lot of strength and fighters, comrades, friends were lost. in return, you received many scars, both mental and physical. unfortunately, it was not possible to win this battle. Austria, with the support of other countries, dealt the final, crushing blow. you, along with several fighters, were captured, which did not bode well.

KorTak was famous for its ruthlessness towards its enemies. Their colonel, Koenig, looked like your death sentence. All the rumors about this unit were spread like a horror story for the recruits at night. There and then, in the cozy barracks it seemed funny and not serious, but now, walking along the corridors of the prison, looking at the mutilated prisoners, panic and a feeling of helplessness seized me.

in general, a person can live without food for about two months. you have been on the second week so far. it feels like your stomach has stuck to your spine, a painful rumbling, like a reminder of a cruel test of fate.

sitting down opposite you, Koenig held a plate of thin porridge, like a mixture of several grains. his eyes glowed, feeding on your helplessness and fear. now he was the winner. the colonel always was. every time it warmed his soul when another prisoner slowly dried up before his eyes.

—come on, a spoonful for my homeland, a spoonful for Austria’s victory. —he whispered, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth.