Chapter 3

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I've always had a slender figure, all my life. I'd kept this lovely figure since I came to Russia from Britain, they thought it would be safer for me; they were wrong. Now, because of their mistakes and misjudgment I'm sat in my small house, starving. My insides are twisting and turning eating each other up, begging and crying out for food I can not give them. What a horrible fate has been handed to me, death by starvation, dysentry, or shot. I will not say I'm looking forward to my death, because I'm not like that. When I die , I won't cry, I wont pray, or stay in bead. I'm hoping to die with dignity, but I'm willing to bet this will not happen. I separate my food, which is not much, and use some water to make a stew, stirring the boiling pot over a small fire, I warm my hands-enjoying the feeling of warmth while it lasts. i place a small bowl on the table and eat alone, like i do every night,and go to sleep.

I wake to bombs, loud crashes covering the sound of people burning to death. Houses on fire in the street, the last survivors dying.. the cries of feeble children meeting their deaths. Smoke collects in the back of my throat and clogs up my lungs,causing me to choke, I will be next. I can feel it.

Klaus's POV :)

I laughed at the scene in front me, the house all alight and people running and screaming. I'm not a cruel man but this gave me a surge of pleasure, knowing that I was winning. Leningrad is dying, there all starving or freezing to death, this is the plan.

'' SIR!'' Somebody to my left shouted , my head snapped round to the lookout.

'' WHAT?'' I shouted back.

'' SOMEONE'S COMING OVER THE DEFENCES!'' He shouted. I signalled to a couple of men to hide with their guns ready and they did. I stood up close to the the defences and waited. Sure enough a red heap landed at my feat, her face snapped up to meet my gaze and it took all of what I had me not to gasp, she obviously was not Russian, must be German. Blond hair and pastel blue eyes, she's apart of the master race. Still, she's in Russia. She stood up swiftly only to be pushed down in front of me by some officers, they all held guns to her head and one even had a knife to her throat.

'' Thought you could escape?'' I asked, looking down at her.

''Ich bin kein Russisch!'' she said, she's not Russian.

'' Ich bin kein Russisch!'' I asked her why was she in Russia if she was not Russian, it didn't make any sense.

''es ist eine lange Geschichte.'' It's a long story, she says, after giving a shaky laugh.

''Sie sind, oder sind Sie nicht russische Kind?'' I shouted again.

Ada's POV

'' Are you, or are you not Russian child!'' he shouted. I laughed again, causing the knife at my throat to budge.

'' No sir, I'm not Russian, do i Look Russian? No I look German, and no I'm not German, I'm British actually, just raised in Germany until my family moved back because of the war.'' I said in German, he raised a dark eyebrow at me.

'' And your family now?'' he asked.

'' I lost contact a few months ago, I don't like to talk to them anyway'' I said, i would not be here if it were not for them.

'' Are you okay?'' He asked, his eyes turning soft. I smiled up at him.

'' Fine thank you'' I said.

'' Are you hurt?'' he asked.

'' Well there's a knife to my throat and twenty seven guns aimed at my head, I'm in shock and starving, but apart from that I'm not hurt, thank you for asking.'' I said, no emotion in my voice.  He frowned and turned to his men.

'' Take her to a tent and get her ready to be come back to Germany tomorrow, I expect her tent to be heavily guarded!'' He said to them all in German. Wait , why was I going to Germany? No execution? I was escorted to a green tent. inside was food and water, bed clothes and clothes ,I presumed were for tomorrow. I ate every crumb of food, drank every drop of water, and fell asleep, warm and full for the first time in months.

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