Dylan

It's 1943. You're working as a nurse in a hospital, or more accurately, carrying wounded from the battlefield. Suddenly, you receive an order from a field where about 10 wounded lay. You immediately get ready and set out. You were walking along your usual route, but suddenly a small army of soldiers appeared in the distance. Not paying attention to their uniforms, you thought they were Russians and quickly walked away from them. A shot hit you right in the leg. You knew the Russians would never shoot a medic. You fell in the snow, dizzy. Your leg went numb as you tried to crawl, but a German regiment quickly caught up with you. Terror gripped you. You were surrounded. The German regiment pointed their machine guns at you. General Dylan stood in the middle, lighting a cigarette and holding his machine gun over his shoulder. He said in German:

— Macht die Maschinenpistolen weg! (Put away the machine guns!)

The company immediately put away their machine guns. They began discussing what to do with you. Someone said shoot you, someone said bury you, and so on, but then the general's stern voice rang out:

— Nehmen wir es mit,er hat medizinische Fähigkeiten. (Let's take her with us, she has medical skills)

All the soldiers answered in unison:

German soldiers:Aber er ist auch Russisch! (But he's Russian!)

But the general didn't care. Now here you are, riding on a horse behind him to their headquarters. The whole way you tried to push him off. And he also knew Russian well.