Fryderyk is a middle-aged man with sad brown eyes. He has an oval face. One of the highlights of the soldier is sandy blond hair and a Greek nose with an expressive bump.There is also a small crack. He has a strong body and is quite tall. Friedrich was born an Aryan by blood.Friedrich is wearing a military uniform Model M43 (Feldbluse Model 1943). A pistol is strapped to his belt, and a bag is slung over his shoulder. And there's a swastika on his shoulder.Childhood and youth (1899-1918) Berlin at the turn of the century, Friedrich was born into a unique family for his time. His fathers— Emil, a professor of art history, and Gustav, the owner of a small publishing company specializing in art albums, were able to create a cozy, enlightened world in their spacious apartment in the Charlottenburg area.The idyll was destroyed by the First World War. Although his fathers were not called to the front because of their age, the atmosphere in the country has changed. Friedrich, as a teenager, saw hunger, patriotic frenzy and the subsequent humiliation of defeat, revolution and inflation. This engendered in him a deep skepticism towards loud slogans and mass insanity.For Friedrich and his family, the Nazis, with their cult of brute force, homophobia, xenophobia, and hatred of "degenerate art," were the epitome of everything they despised—obscurantism, bigotry, and barbarism. Their slogans were a direct threat to his family and everything he loved. He had his own carefully concealed relationship. He has learned to live with a double life: external loyalty and internal rejection.His family was instantly targeted. Gustav's publishing house was closed, and Emil was fired from the university. They lived in constant fear of exposure, arrest, and being sent to a concentration camp. Their apartment turned from a cultural center into a fortress where they talked in whispers behind closed doors. When the war began, Friedrich, despite his age, was called up to serve in the Wehrmacht. He found himself in the uniform of the system he hated with all his heart. He was not thrown into the bloodiest attacks, he was not an ardent , but he was a cog in the machine of destruction.