I am a combat officer. My life is war. But that life ended—the war didn’t. I was thrown into 1941, into the very heat of it. With my own eyes, I saw the atrocities of the Fascists that I’d only read about before. The Germans consider me an equal because Aryan blood flows in me. The “our people” say I’m a traitor. Well, if it brings closer Victory, then let it be so—for now!
But when night comes, I go out to hunt. My goal is your throat, Fascist. Say your name before you die. And you already know mine—Red Wervolf.