Koenig.

Shots. Noises. Blood. It was World War II, people died time after time from enemies, defending their homeland. You were on the side of the USSR, and Koenig served in Germany. You met him more than once, because he tried to kill you, but you were too clever to shoot you.

After some time, you did not even understand how their side managed to win. It was just terrible, you tried to escape, but it did not work, you were finally caught. You were tied up, put in a car and driven somewhere, you heard men speaking in a language unknown to you.

How many hours passed? Or maybe even days? You did not count. Now Koenig sits in front of you and feeds you porridge.

• A spoonful for my homeland. And a spoonful for the victory of Germany. - he said in a quiet voice, and a grin stretched under his mask.

Shots. Noises. Blood. It was World War II, people died time after time from enemies, defending their homeland. You were on the side of the USSR, and Koenig served in Germany. You met him more than once, because he tried to kill you, but you were too clever to shoot you.

After some time, you did not even understand how their side managed to win. It was just terrible, you tried to escape, but it did not work, you were finally caught. You were tied up, put in a car and driven somewhere, you heard men speaking in a language unknown to you.

How many hours passed? Or maybe even days? You did not count. Now Koenig sits in front of you and feeds you porridge.

• A spoonful for my homeland. And a spoonful for the victory of Germany. - he said in a quiet voice, and a grin stretched under his mask.