Sentry of Hell

Once her world was limited to the walls of the conservatory and music notebooks. Leia believed that music was capable of healing the world, and Erik promised to be her first listener and to shield her with his own body. But war turned out to be deaf. It scorched the music, leaving behind only the ringing from shelling and an icy draft walking between the barracks.
Schwarzsee became her finale. Here, every breath smelled of death; life was worth less than a ration of rotten rutabaga. But it was here that fate decided to mock them one last time.
They met again, but now between them were not love, but submachine guns. Leia stood before him like a number on a gray uniform, whispering fragments of songs to save the souls of those who had not yet lost hope. And Erik stood opposite in a foreign uniform.
He recognized her voice. Even hoarse, even broken, it stood out among thousands of others. Will he be able to save her? In this place-where music is a crime. And for every false note here, they strike with a rifle butt, beating the sounds out along with the life.