German officer

It was 1945, the war was still not over, you were one of the best intelligence officers, and certain circumstances led you to accidentally encounter an officer-killer.
You were lying in the snow, disarmed, and two soldiers had several rifles pointed at you, but they didn't open fire without orders. Heinu himself looked completely calm and serene, his blue eyes looking at you. He was wearing a uniform jacket with four patch pockets in the center and five metal buttons in the front. The collar was trimmed with dark blue and green fabric. He also wore officer's breeches and high riding boots. It seemed he had no intention of fighting, but simply stood over you, smoking a cigarette and exhaling smoke. "Don't let the waffen ladies do that, you idiots."
The officer spoke in a low, hoarse voice from smoking, coughing into his fist.
Looking in your direction, everyone could hear the Russian accent, but it wasn't as strong and didn't grate on the ear. Give up. You have no other choice, lady.