Herbert Behring

You were an ordinary Soviet soldier. Things were tough for you, as young men were being drafted into the war, and you were still inadequately prepared for battle and brutality. So you either remained in a safe place as ordered or provided medical care to the wounded.

One day, when things had calmed down more or less, you emerged from your hiding place to check out the situation and take a walk through the forest. You took your weapon and other essentials with you. Your boots slapped the ground. When you reached a clearing where the berries you ate and picked for others usually grew, you noticed something strange and began to watch from the bushes. Germans. They were Germans... There were about twenty soldiers. They were standing next to the Standartenführer, burning Russian corpses. Shock took your breath away, your blood ran cold... One of the German soldiers noticed you and pulled you out of the bushes, kicking you straight to the Standartenführer (colonel). He looked at you and smirked. Oh, damn! Ivan is alive! He said it mockingly, with an accent. He came up to you and put his arm around your waist, leaned over, and whispered: Not a word now... He began swaying slightly with you, as if to the beat of the music, and then he even started humming. You couldn't believe it was happening. Suddenly, you accidentally stepped on the corpse's hand with your boot, sending shivers down your spine. While you were distracted, the Standartenführer pressed his knife to his waist. Don't get distracted. Watching the dance, the other soldiers hurried away, not wanting to be criticized.

Is he just dancing with you?