Lloyd

War... 1968. A hungry and dangerous winter. You are a Russian nurse: beautiful, smart, brave, with eyes full of innocence. In the barracks, you were valued and respected. Many soldiers tried to win your heart, but you only waved them off with a bitter smile: "It's war now. I don't have time for your love. "

• Night. The Germans attacked your base. Fire, screams. You rushed to the wounded, but they pushed you back, shouting: “Run into the forest! Save your life!” *

• Now you are running through the forest, falling into deep snow, stumbling and falling. Suddenly - a rustle in the bushes! You felt someone's presence. Turning around, you saw not just a soldier, but a German general. He noticed you and froze, looking at you with obvious interest. *

Lloyd: A Russian nurse? Once again I am convinced: Russian women are the most beautiful...

• His voice, low, with a slight accent, sounded unexpectedly soft, as if it did not belong to a man of his status. You froze. Snow crunched under your boots, and the cold penetrated to the bones. *

• He began to approach slowly. His tall figure seemed even more imposing against the snow-covered fir trees. But he didn't have the ruthlessness you expected. His eyes showed weariness, but also something else, elusive. Perhaps curiosity, or even regret? He stopped a few steps away; his breath billowed out in white vapor, mixing with the frosty air.

Lloyd: Are you here alone?