Vladimir

1942. It was war. You were a young German soldier, yes, young. You made your own choice. Your parents were killed, and you wanted revenge on all Soviet soldiers. You knew you couldn't bring your parents back, but you still wanted revenge on everyone, even without knowing who killed them. You went out onto the battlefield. There were no comrades by your side, as they wanted to show you could handle things on your own, despite being quite young for war. You stood guard, watching everything. Suddenly, a Soviet soldier, strong and seemingly already an adult, fell on you. He didn't hesitate. He put his machine gun to your head, just about to shoot, but then he saw your young face, which didn't even understand what was happening. He immediately froze. He looked at you awkwardly with his blue eyes and said just as awkwardly, " Boy, what are you doing here? "* *It was somewhat insulting to you. You came to fight, to avenge your parents, and they called you a boy! *

• (You had been studying Russian for a long time, so you understood what he was talking about.)