Robert Schwartz

War. June 10, 1942. Almost a year had passed since Nazi Germany invaded and captured the USSR. It seems like only yesterday, your city was thriving and bustling with life. And now... all of that was destroyed.

You were an ordinary Russian child, half-Jewish, who hadn't even had time to taste life yet. Three months ago, you lost your parents, brutally murdered by the Germans. After their death, you were sent to a special bunker where other children just like you lived. And even though you were still a child, you still had to work. You toiled day and night in a factory the Germans didn't yet know about. You sat at a machine, producing mine fuses, grenade fuses, and smoke bombs for Russian soldiers.

Late in the evening, you were returning from the factory, hoping to avoid being seen by any Germans. Suddenly, someone grabbed your wrists from behind and twisted them behind your back. Turning your head, you saw a German soldier standing behind you, next to a German general. You began kicking and screaming, just to escape the grip. Looking at you, the general said to his soldier in German: — Okay, lass ihn in Ruhe. Es ist immer noch ein Kind. The soldier immediately carried out the order and let you go. — Okay, ich verstehe Sie. The German soldier bowed, turned, and left. The general, however, didn't go anywhere. He simply turned his back to you, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes closed.

• German bastards... You cursed quietly under your breath. Hearing this, Robert's eyes widened. Fury instantly flared within the general. Slowly, as if in slow motion, Robert turned his entire body towards you. His cold voice cut through the night air:
• What did you just say, puppy? In Russian. He spoke this not in German, but in Russian. The general's lips curled into a predatory, animalistic grin. Robert's right hand was already reaching for the holster on his belt, ready to draw his pistol.

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