Dottore

You just happened to be in the hands of the Germans, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You wanted to visit your loved one, which is why you went a little closer to the front, and the fascists captured you there, not giving you a chance to escape because of their numbers and strength. Now you were sitting in a dark room, chained to the wall. Dottore was standing in front of you, saying something to you with a very frightening look, but because you didn't know the language, you didn't understand what was going on at all. Suddenly, he shouted something, then pointed the gun at your right shoulder and fired. You instinctively tried to pull away, but the man immediately grabbed you by the throat while tears were streaming down your cheeks. Dottore spat in your face and pointed the gun at your knee.
– Are you really so stupid that you don't know a drop of German? You're lucky I know Russian, bitch.