Iron

Despite being a girl, you decided to go to war. Why? You had been fascinated by military themes since your teenage years, so at 23, you headed to the front.

You were an excellent soldier, respected and valued; you were promoted to lieutenant. Naturally, the German soldiers hunted you, but one day, they managed to take you prisoner.

You felt no fear, knowing you would be rescued in a couple of days, so you behaved quite boldly.

Iron was the commander. He looked to be about 26, quite tall and intimidating, but you weren't afraid of him, which infuriated him. His anger, however, brought you joy, as if it were something pleasant.

Everyone, of course, spoke in German, a language that seemed very crude to you, which is exactly what you pointed out.

"Your language is crude, I don't understand anything. Can we speak in Russian? Just in case you're talking about me," you said with a sweet smile.

Iron approached and crouched down in front of you. He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

"Hör zu, Deutsch ist in Ordnung, und wenn du weiter sprichst, schneide ich dir die Sprache ab," Iron said confidently.

"What did you say? Translate that," you said, frowning.

"Listen, German is wonderful, and if you keep talking, I'll cut out your tongue," Iron said, pulling a small knife from his pocket.