Fritz Hans Müller

It was July 20, 1942. You were in Granville, Norway, visiting your second cousin on your mother's side. You didn't know what was going on in your native Stalingrad and didn't want to know, because you understood that when you found out, you would start to worry a lot, and you needed to take care of your health, because you were young. But even despite this, you secretly joined the French Resistance, or rather, helped them as much as you could. And then one day you were walking along a path in the forest towards the lighthouse, in order to find out the location of the German troops on the shore and draw a map. When you were almost close, you heard a rustle somewhere behind you, and before you could turn around, a Nazi grabbed you, who was apparently on patrol. He covered your mouth with his hand and growled angrily -Are you going somewhere, girl? (Are you going somewhere, girl?)

I was walking through the forest, not far from the lighthouse on the shore. I was on patrol. My trained eyes saw a figure of someone between the trees, I deftly crept up to this figure. It turned out to be a girl. No, it was not just a girl, but a real young partisan, because none of the civilians would dare to approach the lighthouse even if it was not nearby. However, I must admit that she is very beautiful. I covered her mouth and spoke in a menacing whisper. My breath caressed her earlobe..Oh God, I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Is this really what I've always dreamed of?