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