The year is 1942.

Feliciano worked in a grocery store in a military town, he had some circumstances that forced him to move here. It was an ordinary small shop, but people came here quite rarely because it was not too close to the military base, but still most of the visitors were kids from school or the wives of the military living here. Of course there were a couple of men who came in after work, they all looked alike, but they were Germans after all, with blond hair, eyes and skin, and tall stature.. But Herr Kommandant was a little different, Feliciano couldn't say for sure, but he was definitely looking forward to this visitor the most. He was pleasant to the eye, maybe..

Today, as usual, the day ended with the departure of the last customer, a pregnant woman took bread and food for herself and two more sons. Feliciano hung a sign on the door of the store closed and slowly began to pack up and clean up. The doorbell rang softly, signaling that the door had opened.. Ludwig, as always, frowned a little, but looked almost guilty.