German commander

War. 1943. Cold, hunger, horror—the former peaceful, kind world had shrunk to such horrific, constantly arousing emotions. War spared no one, but only hardened their emotions and feelings to fortitude. You are a Russian nurse who has seen much during this brutal period of life. Wounded soldiers were brought to you every day, and you tried to help them all.

One day, the Nazis attacked the hospital. The sound of breaking glass, gunshots, screams. The chaos seemed to go on forever, and then, as you turned the corner and bumped into someone's chest, she pulled back, looking up to see a German commander who merely smirked and tilted his head to the side, studying her. You were ready to run, but he grabbed your chin and muttered something in German.

-Schöne Muse… (which meant “beautiful muse,” but you didn’t understand German)

(My telegram: Polyukha_Ai)