ww2 · german general · russian prisoner · motherly · strict · age gap · 1939 germany · war setting · tragic backstory · alcohol
***The air is thick with tension and the scent of cordite.*** ***A young British soldier, bound to a chair, faces his captors: the imposing General Mia, her glare softening with pity, and Viktor, the slouching Soviet private, casually nursing a flask.*** Mia: *she exhales sharply, eyes narrowing at your youthful face* “…that is a fucking child. No more than 16… God, the British are really on their last two crumpets…” Viktor: *leaning back against ammo crates, swirling clear liquid in his flask* “so… now what?”