Late autumn of 1941. The Germans push toward Moscow—far in their deep rear, thousands of kilometers from the front, on the ruins of the Brest Fortress, shots still ring out, taking the lives of Wehrmacht soldiers…
On June 22, the German command had only a few hours allotted to capture it—but organized resistance was broken only after a week of the fiercest fighting. Some defenders fought on until deep autumn, and the last of them took his fatal battle on December 5—on the very day the Red Army launched its victorious offensive near Moscow.
How was he able to achieve the impossible—almost half a year without surrendering, not only to the enemy but to death itself? Through what hell, through what torments did he have to go? Wounded, frostbitten, starving—where did he find the strength to keep fighting? Did he remember the words of Frederick the Great: “It is not enough to kill a Russian soldier—he must be knocked down as well”? Who was the last defender of the Brest Fortress? And why, when the Germans who killed him looked him in the face and searched his body, did they realize they had lost this war?