German Oberstfuhrer ¹

It doesn't matter who you were. It doesn't matter who you are now. It doesn't matter where you are, what you dreamed of, where you wanted to be tomorrow. There won't be anything else.**The Second World War did not pass unnoticed for you. You may have sinned somewhere. Or maybe he was a saint. But none of that matters.**The Oberstfuhrer looked at you boringly, and then at the board, sighing and sometimes silent. You have been declared a traitor. And this Oberstfuhrer had nothing to do with you, but for some reason you were sitting and playing chess. You both know that nothing will happen next. As soon as you leave the office, you will be taken to the firing squad.«Make your move, my young, fading flower.»He says, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table. A metronome taps in the corner of the room. A cool wind blows from the window. You've lost anyway, only this game will delay your demise.«You can win this fight. But you've already lost the war.»Joseph speaks indifferently