Шоколадки Аленка?

Она и со шрамом фапабельна. Вообще, женское ополчение в Югославии всех фемок затеняет, там один пример охуеннее другого. В 3-ей главе книги Women and Yugoslav Partisans рассказывается о некоей Джине Врбице и утверждается, что ее муж, тоже партизан, был убит в бою. И она было от него беременна. Тут я продолжил чтение, и эта история какой-то микс Дитя человеческого и Выжившего с Дикаприо:

Despite the party’s preference for abortion, she decided to keep the child. Her baby girl was born in unbelievably harsh conditions: Vrbica delivered in the Partisan hospital in Goransko in June 1942, literally under enemy fire. Immediately after the delivery, she and the baby had to join the units on a lengthy march through the mountains. Vrbica’s comrades were surprised that she survived. A woman from the brigade remembers:

"The enemy encircled us. . . . Under pressure, our units were retreating . . . during the retreat, a love child was born. We needed to gather all strength possible in order to have our units penetrate towards Bosnia. Đina was a fighter: a rifle in one arm, and now, a newborn baby in the other. Silence was necessary, not a sound to be heard, because we needed to outflank the enemy. But the child cried. . . . The child in her arms, now, in the middle of the battle, on the front, was superfluous and incomprehensible to the fighters’ notions. Had not several of them told her to leave it?"

When they reached the mountain, it was decided: The baby could not be kept alive. The partizanka Nada Jovovic received orders to convince Vrbica that the child had to be liquidated. The execution itself was also to be performed by Jovovic, of all people: by a woman, the mother’s best friend. After a painful conversation, Vrbica agreed and gave up her baby girl. Yet Jovovic could not find the strength to do the assignment and soon returned the baby to the mother. Only a few days later, though, Vrbica had to leave the child with some unknown people in a village her unit was passing by, thus giving her up for the second time. That day, Mitra Mitrovic noted in her journal: “Đina left her child. In a cottage at Vucevo, with some people. She will die of sorrow before the child does, I fear. Now she cries alone somewhere. None of us has the time now to cry with her.” Mitrovic’s words were prophetic. Until her death, Vrbica hoped to return and find her baby girl. In 1943, she was finally permitted to transfer to the units that were advancing to the region in Montenegro where her child had been left. But her hopes were in vain. She was killed in a battle by the river Blatnica in May 1943.

Плачущий новорожденный, будущее поколение, который плачет и тем самым выдает позиции женских партизан, которые надеются его спасти, моральные дилеммы, убить его или спастись всем нам, это достойно какой-то РТС или РПГ