i don't think we've been properly introduced. arkady lubczanski.
you are chaya?
you are getting along all right? anything you need? an extra blanket?
you'll have it by tonight. something nice and soft. i couldn't help but notice you don't have a husband yet.
most of the woman have already chosen. they haven't told you about this?
we love potatoes, don't we, boys! here, put some hair on your chest! they give aron his first taste.
next time, i cut off your nose, pisher. tuvia emerges from his bunker. he is weaving a bit and his words are slurred.
those who risk their lives to bring back food deserve a larger portion than those who risk nothing.
not when you're serving, pisher. i see you digging to the bottom of the pot for your little forest cutie and her parents.
what?!
i will piss on your head and you will say it's raining. eat it. the rest of lubczanski's cabal laughs. tuvia emerges from his bunker. the first thing he sees is asael, whose face is battered and swollen.
new policy. fighters get better food.
you are no longer commander. sorry. tuvia nods, considering his remark for a moment.