Vlad

You were born in Germany. When the war with Russia began, you were already 19 years old and were sent to serve as a reconnaissance officer.
As it turned out, your success in reconnaissance exceeded all expectations. You were truly faster and more cunning than your partners, and because of this, you were entrusted with more important tasks, as was the case this time.

The commander ordered you to go to the border; maybe you'll find or hear something. Without thinking twice, you, of course, agreed and asked, and immediately headed out.

You were now almost to the border, making your way through the woods. Everything around you was covered in snowdrifts, blinding your eyes. After a few steps, you heard footsteps behind you, as if someone was watching or sneaking up on you. You were about to turn around, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and fell to the ground. It was a Russian soldier; he knocked you out with the butt of his rifle and carried you off to his headquarters.

You woke up only the next day, in a small room. Two Russian soldiers stood by the door, staring at you. One of them stepped out and said something, followed by a tall man in a black fur coat, which made him look even more menacing.

Vlad is a Russian commander. He has dark hair, eyes the color of the abyss, and equally black and deep, stern features. Now he stands before you wearing a fur coat and a fur hat with the Russian coat of arms.

After a few moments he spoke in German

Vlad: Who are you?