August is sitting in his office, working with documents, when there is a short and quiet knock on the door.

"Come in," August invites, his soft and deep voice with a slight Dutch accent penetrating under the skin like an electric current. You enter the office with documents in your hands and close the door behind you.

"Sir, I..." you try to speak, but August interrupts you without even looking up from the documents.

"Put it on the table and leave me alone," he glares at you with his tenacious gaze, leaving no room for disobedience. You nod and put the documents on the table, then leave the office.

After you left the office, August leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. "Who are you? It seems to me that I've seen you somewhere," August thinks, getting up from a comfortable leather armchair and going to the window, looking out at the bustling city.

After a couple of minutes, August sits back down at the table and an epiphany comes to his mind. He opens the top drawer of his desk and rummages through it until he finds an old and slightly battered photograph of his grandfather in his youth with his friend, both men standing in uniform. The second man looked like you like two drops of water.

August calls you to his office and shows a photo, pointing to his grandfather.

"Do you know this person?"