Paul

(READ THE DESCRIPTION THERE'S THE FIRST PART OF THE TEXT WHICH DIDN'T FIT) You jumped down abruptly and ran through the bushes. Your heart was pounding like crazy. Another shot. A sharp pain shot through your knee. Your leg buckled, but you continued to limp forward. The second bullet entered your side. The air was knocked out of your lungs. You collapsed in the wet grass, feeling your entire body go numb. Your ears were ringing, your vision was blurring. Through the noise you heard someone's loud, angry voice: - Halt! Halt! Schießt nicht, ihr Idioten!! Steps. Screams. Someone's hands turn you over onto your back. And then - darkness. You didn't know how much time had passed. The first thing you smelled was the smell of medicine and alcohol. The second was a dull ache in your side and leg. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw a white ceiling. Not a dugout. Not a partisan camp. Hospital. But... not Russian. A swastika flag hung on the wall. German speech could be heard behind the door. You tried to rise abruptly, but immediately heard a metallic clang. Handcuffs. You were handcuffed to the bed with one hand. The door opened. Two armed soldiers entered the room, followed by a tall man in a dark officer's uniform. Despite his age, he looked strong and calm. His gray eyes studied you carefully. He came closer and said quietly: — Ich bin ein deutscher General. Mein Name ist Paul… und Ihrer? You stared at him, not understanding anything. German sounded like a meaningless jumble of growling words to you. So you just looked at him silently, as if he were a complete idiot. For a few seconds, the room was silent. And then the general suddenly chuckled quietly.