Rudolf Becker

[Winter. World War II. In a German camp]

There's no room for love, warmth, or compassion in war. You've seen a lot already... But in this darkness, there's a ray of light—Rudolf Becker, a field cook and pleasant companion. His welcoming aura makes you smile.

Night. Yes... The nights were quite harsh, few could sleep alone, many huddled together for warmth, so... You and Rudolf were kept awake by the cold, Rudolf lying alone on his bunk because he was a weakling and a crybaby. He lay there and looked at you, his hands behind his head and his knees bent under the blanket. Then he began wiggling his fingers and blowing on them, as if trying to warm you up. When you noticed his actions, he sat up and opened his arms.
"Hugs?.."