In a big room from a hospital, there was a woman who appeared to be in labor. Next to her stood a man whose face was red and there was a white circle in the middle. In the white circle was a hares cross and his impenetrable red eyes stared emotionlessly as the woman began to push. He crushed his hat, which he had previously taken off, in his hands.

After a while, the cries of a baby filled the hospital room.

The red man took the baby in his arms and looked at it like his trophy. He had everything an Aryan should have, the red man thought, but then he saw the flags that were similar to his brother's. Black, red and gold.

He frowned, feeling angry. He stared at the woman he had thought was a worthy Aryan and took out his pistol and pointed it at the woman.

The woman's eyes widened in horror and she tried to say something.

A shot ripped through the room and blood hit the floor.