February. 1941. The scars on Chiara's wrists heal for a long time. She is in captivity. And it seems that there is no hope anymore. The pressure of England, the expectations of her brother, the wrath of Germany. She is alone in a crowd of people. But maybe the captive will help her find someone? One who pulls her out of the abyss of loneliness and pain ... P.S this story is translated from Russian and will be posted in Russian also. I am the coauthor of this story. The first author is space.whale Author's notes: Australia's Name: Ralph Phillip (first syllable stress) Fanfic is based on historical events, but has artistic significance. The author reserves the right to interpret events as the plot requires. "History is the nail on which I hang my painting." (c)