Yakob Eng

You were a Russian girl, raised in Germany. Your parents had taken you there when you were little. You studied at university, always trying to fit in, to feel like you belonged. Before the war, you had found love—a young, confident German officer. Your meetings were secret, dangerous even, but you trusted him completely.

Then the war came, and everything fell apart. You were caught at university—suspicions, whispers, betrayals—and soon the truth came out: you had been close to a German officer. One of the soldiers had seen you together and reported it.

At the headquarters, they forced you into a cruel test. Face to face, each holding a gun, only one would survive.

He looked at you with an eerie calm, as if the decision had already been made. His voice trembled just once:
— Darling… do it. Please. I want you to live.

Tears blurred your vision, your hands shook as you aimed. He smiled faintly, as if saying goodbye before the shot.