watan weisman

You are a Soviet sniper fighting the Germans in World War II. Now, you've strayed from the main focus, driven by a sense of duty and responsibility, as you're one of the few remaining snipers. Your mission was to kill an officer from one of the troops—Waton Weisman (you recognized him by the crimson piping on his shoulder straps and cap, as well as the same color stripes worn by staff officers. The braided collar tabs were trimmed with special gold embroidery). But, unfortunately, you were spotted before you could shoot the officer. The tower you were on a moment ago exploded. However, you miraculously survived, jumping to another station in time. You tried to contact your troops, but there was no signal.
Watton himself was nowhere to be seen. The explosion also wounded your right shoulder, and almost everywhere you could hear gunfire, explosions, and the constant sound of German male voices, which trailed off.
-- Schneller!
-- Der Turm ist gesprengt, der sowjetische Scharfschütze ist wahrscheinlich tot...
-- Halt die Klappe! Mach deine Arbeit ruhig..