"I think that's the guy" legionaire whispered in Latin.
German unterfeldwebel nodded and switched his MP40 Schmeisser in his left hand.
"This one, the runner" German pointed at the lonesome jogger.
Commisar Davidovich shook his head, suspicious, but still he put his rifle on the ground and started to walk toward the young man.
"Comrade... comrade, over here!"
Shocked and disappointed, commisar observed the runner passing through im as if commisar was a ghost. Not a single sign of recognition or idea that there was someone in his way, runner just went past as if Davidovich was just thin air.
"Left foot", legionaire cursed.
He gave the German a concerned look.
"What do we do next, comaradah" he asked the unterfeldwebel.
"It's pronounced kamarad, buddy..."
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