Dawn Redemption

By the time the prisoners lined up and walked into the barracks, the soldiers had already relaxed a bit.

"Soviet, Soviet, Jew, Jew, Soviet, Jew, Soviet..."

"Fuck, can you shut up." Rolf elbowed Marcus very rudely, and Marcus immediately rolled his eyes viciously.

In such a gloomy weather, the smell of the prisoner and the weight of the tall building in front of him were almost suffocating.It's almost autumn, but even the shadow of the wind hasn't come yet.The sweltering heat and humidity, coupled with the unique billowing black smoke here, hastily wrote a perfunctory end to summer.

"Rolf, Marcus, stand at attention."

Marcus glanced back modestly, only to see a pair of bright blue eyes. "Fuck, what a big military rank?" Marcus said exaggeratedly, but tried to lower his voice as much as possible. "This is discipline." Fein said that he also shrugged helplessly.In fact, he had to admit that walking around behind the queue to check now was far less easy than standing in the queue when he was just an ordinary soldier.What's more, there are still a few disobedient chatterboxes in the team.

It is said that they are disobedient, just because their relationship is relatively good.Rolf and Marcus can be a bit poisonous at times, but they never complain about Finn's higher rank than themselves.They all saw Fein's attitude towards work, and there shouldn't be any suspicion and resentment between brothers.

Marcus had no choice but to nod sadly and resume the posture of standing at attention.Then Finn left along the queue.

"Why are you so serious, and there is no officer to check." Marcus muttered.

"It's all right, but Mr. Finn is about to become the commander's eyeliner—hey, look there."

Rolf nodded his chin ahead of time.Marcus cautiously raised his head to look, and there were two men lined up near the end of the line.Amidst the surging blue and white prison clothes, the two people, one tall and one short, leaned closer than the others.The faces of each other were pale because of the imminence of death, and the short one tried hard to control the emotion of fear but couldn't stop trembling all over.

When they got closer, Marcus saw between the two, covered by the drooping dirty sleeves, the two thin hands with the little fingers tightly hooked.

Marcus subconsciously stabbed Jonas on the left, who was distracted: "Look, gay."

"Can you stop calling me that?" Jonas slapped his hand away in disgust.He doesn't reject others using him as a joke with his boyfriend, but he still feels disgusted with this prejudiced name.

"Okay, yes, yes." Marcus said not at all sincerely, "But as an industry insider, can you tell which of the two of them is the one being raped?"

"Boring!" This time it was Marcus' turn to roll his eyes.Jonas, however, continued to look at the pair of lovers who would almost collapse in the wind.

— so fragile.

"If you can be convicted like this..."

Marcus turned his head away.At the same time, Jonas also turned his head, and the eyes behind his back that had not wavered before became much dimmer under the shadow of the brim of his hat, and seemed to be somewhat pitiful.

Finn shook his head, sighed to himself, and continued walking along the line.