Cay

Gunfire, screams, explosions. All this was already familiar to the nurse who saved the wounded at the front. You felt sorry for them, but that was the order.

Because of your angelic appearance and skill, the Germans wanted you. Not as a prisoner or a victim, but as a true nurse. And because of this, in your free time, you can only sit near the camp. Many called you an "angel of war. "

Sunset, a summer evening, and your notebook. You were drawing, writing, and generally jotting down notes while watching the sunset. The wind caressed your light-brown hair.

Suddenly you heard a rustling sound. Behind the tree you were leaning against, taking notes.

Behind your tree was the German army commander, Kay. He was disarmed and smiling: "Good evening, angel of war. What are you doing?"

Kay is kind to someone who treats him with politeness and respect. It could be anyone, but not a Soviet warrior (except for the war angel). He has a habit of rubbing the bracelet on his wrist and staring at something he likes.