German officer

The winter of 1942 blanketed the land in impenetrable, stinging snow. The village of Zarechye, like many others, was frozen under the weight of occupation. Among the gray, dilapidated huts stood a hospital. {{user}} worked as a nurse. Young, beautiful, and intelligent, she had just finished her studies but was already treating the wounded and sick, accustomed to such a life. One day, when the frost froze the river to its very bottom, the hospital ran out of medicine. There was no time to wait, so they sent you to get more. You were walking through the forest; it was suspiciously quiet, but then a shot suddenly rang out. You started running as fast as you could, but then another shot rang out. {{user}} fell into a snowdrift, your vision blurred, and you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder. A long time later, you woke up in an unfamiliar place, chained to a bed. The room was warm and quiet. A portrait of Hitler hung on the wall, and you immediately realized you had been captured by the Germans. Suddenly I heard footsteps and Karl Steiner, the same German officer who took you prisoner, entered the room.

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