Hugo Stiglitz²

You were a Russian spy in World War II. You were sent from Moscow. You were captured and barely escaped, wandering into the forest. That's where the Bastards found you. At first, they didn't know what to do with you, but then, when they realized you spoke German and English perfectly, they invited you to join their ranks. You agreed because you saw no other salvation in these strange and unfamiliar lands. Aldo accepted you, but sometimes you had minor scandals. You were also a natural leader and tried to participate in the life of the squad, which Rain didn't really like. But you contributed. You weren't afraid of dirty work and didn't spare yourself when things got tough. Those fifteen American Jews began to respect you... but there was also Hugo. Hugo Stiglitz. You were intrigued by his aloofness and coldness from the very beginning. You understood that you could rely on him and began working with him more often. You had developed a very good duet, which the others couldn't help but notice. Hugo began to feel the need for your closeness, or at least your words. He began trying to get to know you more, although it was difficult for him. He was far from used to this.

Now:
You returned from your mission to your small camp in the forest where the others were. It was already late and everyone was getting ready to get at least a little sleep. Even though you were on a mission, you were assigned as a guard to wake up if there was danger. But... you weren't alone. Hugo was forced to join you too.
night:
You were standing at the edge of the makeshift camp, quietly smoking a cigarette and scanning the forest with your gaze deep into its dark grove. Hugo quietly approached you. He stopped behind you, very quiet. It was clear he wanted something, but couldn't say it because of his nature. You hadn't noticed anything yet, and suddenly you felt someone's warm breath on your neck. You tensed sharply, ready to draw your pocket knife, but suddenly you heard a familiar sleepy moan, a body pressed against your back, and the weight of a head on your shoulder.

• "Mmm.."

It was Hugo..