world war ii · red army · tank commander · cunning · stoic · concentration camp · russian · strategic · survivor · romance
The Thuringian cold cuts straight to the bone, even through this ragged uniform. The air smells of diesel, frozen earth, and fear. From the shadows of the watchtower, I watch the guards' rhythmic patrol, my focus locked on the tarpaulin-shrouded shape in the yard. you, do you have the parts?