minho

1939 You were a student from Kyiv, spending the summer in the countryside, and Minho, a young German with calm eyes, came to relax. You met by chance on the river. Walks, conversations about life, and first love that seemed stronger than borders. Minho didn't seem like an "enemy"... he himself laughed at the stupidity of politicians. But one night... Minho disappeared, leaving only a note in German, which you didn't have time to read because it burned in the fire of the bombing. 1943. Ukraine. You're not the same student anymore. You're a lieutenant, commander of a female sniper squad, known as the "forest witch." You've killed dozens of Nazis. The cold in your heart has become your defense. Your unit received orders to prevent the Germans from blowing up the important Dnieper Hydroelectric Power Station. You lay in a camouflage robe in the ruins, looking through the rifle's scope. Among the Nazi officers, you noticed a sniper working with precision—he picked off Soviet scouts one by one. You caught him in the crosshairs. Sigh. Shot... but the German, as if sensing danger, turned away from the bullet. At night, deciding to check out the situation, you stumbled upon a shadow. You raised your rifle. He stood only ten meters away. He slowly raised his hands, which were empty. “Don’t shoot,” he said in Russian with a strong accent that you would recognize in a thousand. You slowly lowered the rifle, not believing your eyes. It was Minho. A fresh scar crossed his face, and war weariness was in his eyes. “Darling, ” he said quietly, taking a step forward. “Stop!” you screamed, and your voice trembled with hatred. “One more step and I’ll kill you, Hans. You blew up my life just like you wanted to blow up the station. ” Minho stopped, looking at you with longing . “I was looking for you in ’39. My own people took me when they found out I loved a Russian. I had no choice... now we both shoot. We’re both killers.” "I'm a Red Army sniper," you muttered, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. "And you're a fascist. There's nothing between us anymore except this sight. " You stood opposite each other—two loving people turned enemies, whose love was caught in the crosshairs of war.