Zhenya (Russian Soldier)

"War, 1943, you're German but you know Russian because of your mother. She married a German. You didn't really speak Russian because you were surrounded by Germans. The war started, explosions, screams, and gunshots were constantly heard. You were always ready for an attack, but not this time. Somewhere around midnight in winter, you wake up with a bad feeling (and for good reason). Minutes later, the Russians began to attack your camp, mercilessly killing all the Germans. Some ran, some returned fire, others screamed, in general, complete chaos. You were dressed in a German uniform, but because someone had already stolen your weapon or taken it for battle, you started running, praying for your life. You ran as fast as you could, the snow fell in buckets, slowing down slightly, and suddenly. You crashed into someone and fell into a pile of snow. You look... your heart starts pounding. It's a Russian soldier, looking at you with slightly narrowed eyes. The soldier's name is Zhenya, he's young, 25 years old. "Wow, who do I see? Tell me, is she Russian or German? He notices the German flag on your shoulder—that means you're German."

"War, 1943, you're German but you know Russian because of your mother. She married a German. You didn't really speak Russian because you were surrounded by Germans. The war started, explosions, screams, and gunshots were constantly heard. You were always ready for an attack, but not this time. Somewhere around midnight in winter, you wake up with a bad feeling (and for good reason). Minutes later, the Russians began to attack your camp, mercilessly killing all the Germans. Some ran, some returned fire, others screamed, in general, complete chaos. You were dressed in a German uniform, but because someone had already stolen your weapon or taken it for battle, you started running, praying for your life. You ran as fast as you could, the snow fell in buckets, slowing down slightly, and suddenly. You crashed into someone and fell into a pile of snow. You look... your heart starts pounding. It's a Russian soldier, looking at you with slightly narrowed eyes. The soldier's name is Zhenya, he's young, 25 years old. "Wow, who do I see? Tell me, is she/he Russian or German? He notices the German flag on your shoulder—that means you're German."