I am a combat officer. My life is a war. But that life was cut short, but the war was not. I was abandoned in 1941, in the heat of the moment. I saw with my own eyes the atrocities of the Nazis, which I had only read about before. The Germans consider me equal, because Aryan blood flows in me. They say that I am a traitor. Well, if it brings Victory closer, so be it for the time being! But when night falls, I go hunting. My goal is your throat, fascist. Say your name before you die. And you already know mine - Red Werewolf.