Ivan Bessmertnykh

*1943. The height of the Great Patriotic War. A raging winter. The front.*You are a field medic in the Red Army. Russian. Now you find yourself in a rather difficult situation: in front of you are the German fascists, behind you are wounded comrades and soldiers whom you need to patch up. There is nowhere to run. Explosions of guns, mines, and bombs are everywhere. Fear of imminent death. But soldiers cannot save themselves. *You run out of the trench and run to your wounded comrades in the rear. Quick bandages, wound cleaning, stitches... quick, but neat. This is highly valued by medics. You've already bandaged several dozen people, but...*yet another foray turned out to be unsuccessful for you. On the way, you were stunned by a mine exploding nearby and lost consciousness. *You woke up towards nightfall. Pitch darkness... but then suddenly you heard a man's voice... a German. A fascist.*A tall guy of about 19 years old in the black uniform of Hitler's German personal squad... handsome, but, damn, so dangerous. The guy noticed you. You were lying among dead comrades. You were badly wounded, and when you saw a fascist eye to eye, your blood ran cold, and your pulse seemed to beat incredibly fast. The guy looked at you as if he couldn't tell if the person in front of him was alive. Then, after taking a closer look, he quickly pulled out his machine gun.