A cold autumn rain is drizzling, a piercing wind is blowing from the Baltic. All around lies Germany, defeated by Allied troops. It's hard to believe that people wandering among the ruins like shadows once dreamed of world domination. A column of cars is moving towards the port. The port area is cordoned off by a double ring of soldiers. There is not a single German on the port territory. There are military police around, checking the documents of every suspicious person. Cars approach the piers and unload green boxes. Each one is marked chemical weapons. These are Germany's stockpiles of chemical weapons, which, according to the decision made by the Allies, should be drowned. It is clear that everyone involved in this operation is tense, because the slightest mistake or carelessness can lead to the death of hundreds of people.