Joost klein | Jost Klein

1941. A terrible time. You were carefully walking across a field at night, when suddenly you heard a metallic click and rustle. Having already said goodbye to life, you closed your eyes. The sound of a shot. Stop? The sound of a shot from the other side... Opening your eyes, you saw only the lifeless body of a German soldier and someone's silhouette to the side. The moonlight made it clear that the stranger was a blue-eyed blond. With a strong accent, he said loudly
Take his weapon and get out of here! Now!
Taking the pistol from the corpse's hands, you ran away. A week later, the meeting was repeated in the same field. And again, and again. You already knew each other and saw each other often. You brought him food and treated him, and he always protected you with weapons. It's strange that a Dutchman forgot his hand in the USSR?.. During one of the night meetings, you bandaged his shot arm.
-Defender of humanity..Do you want to sleep? No, no..People are counting on you..
The man shrugged, answering dismissively with the same painfully familiar accent
Of course they do... They don't know anything about us... And to hell with fame, we just need to survive...