Visiting the Wolffs [Otto, Zelda]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Country: Berlin, Germany
Current Time: 18:28
Weather Conditions: Gloomy, cloudy, slight breeze, and chilly.

The wooden underarm crutches scraped against the stone path, before they were lifted up into the air and placed before the man. With his left leg covered in bandages and concealed by his trousers, the Obersturmfuhrer gracefully made his way down the fine streets of Berlin in the late hours of the day. Schneider had taken slight damage on his left bicep and left calf due to bullets and the right side of his chest had been torn slightly open by the path of another bullet. The last wound was from the barrel of an MP40 and had lodged into his left armpit. Although, not particularly deadly, the Obersturmfuhrer would have to recover from the wounds and had several bandages that were concealed by his field-gray Waffen SS uniform. The only noticeable signs of his wounds were the wooden crutches and the fact that he didn't wear his jackboot on the left foot, which was hovering above the ground. It was meant so that he didn't have to put too much pressure on his left leg and had support for his arm. Tightening his grip around the a wooden rod halfway down the crutches, his knuckles practically turned white as he made his way up a slope.

Not many days before, he had sustained his injuries while he was escorting a rather popular woman home. It was no other than, Zelda Wolff, the famous actress. Accidentally, he stumbled upon of Communist Agents working for Russia in the heart of Berlin and had attempted to take them out swiftly. Instead, a truckload of the communists had arrived on the scene. Killing off a handful, he was only saved by the arrival of Wehrmacht troops who rushed him to a hospital where had stayed for the last several days. Now, the military man, who usually enjoyed being busy with his career and duties found himself... strangely bored. With his wife in Munich, he was forced to temporarily reside in Berlin as he recovered from the wounds which would take only a few short weeks. Having nothing better to do, he decided to check up on Wolff after the rocky start of their first meeting. He assumed a little thanks would be in order for the "hero".

Hurrying his way along the path, he overheard some strange noises around the corner. The situation was eerily familiar to the one of only a few days ago. Slowly, he crept up along the side of the corner and peeked his head to take a glance down the road. The sight of a young teenage boy fondling that of another teenager, fortunately of the opposite gender, extinguished his excitement. Naturally, with the hardened heart of a bastard, he bounded around the corner swiftly and quietly. Sneaking up on the couple, who were up against a wall doing their "business" he raised his right crutch and swung it through the air. The tip of it made solid contact with the side of the boys head and knocked him off his feet. Confused and disorientated, the boy crawled away before turning over to get a look at his assailant. His partner had already flew the scene and would be blocks away in seconds. A now crippled SS man would hardly be able to catch up. Sighing, he figured he should get some pleasure out of causing the bastard some pain. He had probably ditched a Hitler Youth meeting to see the whore of a girl. Crushing the tip of the crutch between the young boys legs, he watched as he squirmed and cried out in pain.

Slapping the crutch against the boys head again, he ignored the crying adolescent and took off again. Leaving the sobs of pain and misery behind, he arrived at his destination a block or so away. Slipping a piece of paper out of his breast pocket, he matched the address scribbled down to the one before him and confirmed it as the Wolff Residence. Odd, that name was familiar to Schneider, who ignored it as he approached the front entrance. The house was elegant and had the feeling that its owners had quite the sum of money judging by the area they resided in and the beautiful design of their house. Struggling with the steps up to the oak door, the Obersturmfuhrer finally made his way before it and straightened up. Adjusting his Field Cap properly onto his head, he extended his right arm and took hold of a golden knocker and gently pounded it against the door to alert the household of his presence. He withdrew his hand back to his side and awaited the door to open.

[Otto Wolff]

It was quiet inside the apartment of Otto and Zelda Wolff, just the way Otto liked things. He was surrounded by enough noise and scurrying around while working at the office of the Gestapo and he had learned to greatly appreciate the serenity and calm of his own home. He was home earlier today than usually, but had effectively surrounded himself with books and papers in his den. He usually tried to forget about work once he arrived home, but found himself soon again swamped by it.

He did, of course, leave the most delicate work details back at his office and some of his things he kept in a safe that had been specially installed into his study. The Kriminalkommissar had learned to be careful when it came to his surroundings and even though he refrained from writing about too many details in his journal, for some reason he felt it was safer to lock the leather bound book in the safe among other things. He also kept his Luger at the ready and his guard dog, a black-and-red Doberman Pinscher carrying the same name as his handgun, kept vigilant watch over the people he considered being members of his pack.

The broad-chested and sleek dog was now sleeping on the floor, his paws and cropped ears twitching every now and then as the Doberman dreamed of some thrilling chase, no doubt. Otto had changed into a plain suit after arriving home. For some reason he could not relax enough to put on plainer clothes and he made sure that his appearance was official and neat, even inside his own home. Otto had placed a pair of reading glasses on his nose as he made notes on a paper, going through some of the details of an investigation he was working on.

An expensive old clock ticked away on a shelf, the bookcase itself holding many of Otto's favourite works. The Kriminalkommissar was a great admirer of old texts and over the years he had come up with quite an impressive collection of many first prints and beautiful leather bound books. One of the prides of his collection, the first edition of the Führer's Mein Kampf, had been set on a special place on the shelf. He had also gathered a collection of sheet music and records, as music was one of his other passions. He had become increasingly worried that an air raid might hit the house and destroy his collection among with the beautiful old Ibach-piano he had purchased fifteen years ago. It was of course, absurd to first worry about your possessions, but Otto did enjoy being surrounded by all of these things. It was a shame he did not have time to play the piano as much as he had used to, for music had always been a great reprieve from work for Otto.

Otto registered a faint sound coming from somewhere with only half interest, but the Doberman bolted up and stared in the hallway for a few seconds. The guard dog barked sharply and bolted into the hallway, finally attracting Otto's attention away from his work. The man put down his pen and got up from the comfortable leather chair, following the dog into the hallway. "Was ist denn jetzt, Luger? Haben wir einen Besucher?" Otto asked the dog, the animal glancing excitedly at it's master and walking around in circles a few times in front of the door. Otto frowned, they rarely had visitors as Otto was not a very sociable person and Zelda got her share of people everytime she left the house.

"Bleib, Luger," Otto told the dog and the Doberman sat down, wagging it's little tail. Otto certainly did not want for the dog to jump in to protect him and he didn't know who was behind the door. He would get rid of any pesky visitors easily enough and Luger was there just to make sure that his words were properly sinking in.

Otto opened the door, ready to pelt the unwanted visitor with sharp words, but to his surprise the man behind the door was someone he knew but had not seen for some time. Memories of Auschwitz came flooding back to him as he recognized Obersturmführer Schneider, the promising and no-nonsense officer of the Schutzstaffel. It was not hard to immediately notice that the young man had taken part in something of a battle, for he had a pair of crutches with him. How the man had found him and why he was here, Otto could only guess, but the menacing expression on his face had changed to that of pleasant surprise. The effect of surprise was underlined by the fact that Otto still had his small reading glasses on.

"Obersturmführer Schneider," Otto arched an eyebrow. "Was ist mit Ihnen geschehen? Gibt es etwas falsch, brauchen Sie Hilfe?" the man asked, his mind trying to come up with at least some reasons for Schneider's sudden appearance at his door. "Bitte, komm herein," he continued quickly, opening the door for the Obersturmführer and stepping out of his way so that the man could make his way into the hallway. "Das ist eine unerwartete Überraschung."


Translations:

"Was ist denn jetzt, Luger? Haben wir einen Besucher?"
"What is it now, Luger? Do we have a visitor?"

"Bleib, Luger."
"Stay, Luger."

"Was ist mit Ihnen geschehen? Gibt es etwas falsch, brauchen Sie Hilfe?"
"Whatever has happened to you? Is there something wrong, do you need assistance?"

"Bitte, komm herein."
"Please, do come in."

"Das ist eine unerwartete Überraschung."
"This is an unexpected surprise."

[Zelda Wolff]

Zelda had been sitting in her and Otto's bedroom all day trying to get her thoughts right about Joe Claude. He was always on her mind these days and it was becoming slightly irritating for the woman. Her thoughts had been going everywhere that day. She sat there on their bed staring at herself into the table mirror. She bit the bottom of her lip and she sat there watching what she had become. The drapes were closed and her door was closed and she hadn't seen Otto that day and she missed him. She loved him and she just couldn't leave him for a Jew. It was just horrid thinking of it. She really did love him. She just wanted to run away from her thoughts and focus on more important things.

She pushed herself off of the bed and walked over to the table mirror and kept staring at herself. She sat down on the seat in front of the mirror and kept watching her still body. Boy, was it tough getting on in the world. She ran her fingers through her perfect blond hair. She turned around, still sitting her chair and stared at the bed in front of her. She had to get out of the room. It was just so stuffy and irritatingly warm and hot. She got herself off of the chair and walked towards the door. She pulled it open and made her way outside her and Otto's bedroom making her way through the halls of their apartment.

She heard a few voices coming from the other halls. She recognized one as Otto's but the second, she just couldn't perfectly work out. She moved towards where the voices were coming. She spotted Otto...and..? She moved forward to take a good look. She ended up standing near the doorway. There he was. The man that saved her life. Erik Schneider, or really, Obersturmführer Erik Schneider. She smirked at that thought, but then her smirk quickly wore off as her eyes kept lingering on him. She glanced over at Otto confusingly, but then glanced back at Erik.

"Ah Willkommen, Obersturmführer Schneider," She smiled. "Vergnügen, Sie hier heute Abend zu sehen," She moved over towards the wall to make way for the man. She kept her smile on. She kept her blue eyes on Otto for a while wondering why he had invited him here or why the heck Schneider here was in the first place. She wasn't ready for any company at all and was just so dreadfully tired and restless. She hadn't slept in a few days due to her successful career. [Translation: [1] A welcome, Obersturmführer Schneider [2] Pleasure to see you here tonight.]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The sound of a dogs claws scratching against wooden floor as it ran and barked faintly grew louder. A strong, guard dog of sorts, possibly a Shepherd or Doberman. Straightening his back up and lowering his left foot down so that the tip of his wool gray sock barely touched the ground, he prepared himself as he saw the door slowly pull open. He was met by the harsh gaze of a familiar face. One he hadn't seen since his days in the dreaded Auschwitz, a place which Schneider simultaneously hated and gained pleasure from. The man's menacing look swiftly changed to that of a surprise as he welcomed the Obersturmfuhrer into his apartment home. "Was ist mit Ihnen geschehen? Gibt es etwas falsch, brauchen Sie Hilfe?Bitte, komm herein. Das ist eine unerwartete Überraschung." Schneider was welcomed into the hallway while simultaneously being bombarded with questions from the much more experience, but equal in ranked man.

It was a certainly a surprise to find the Kriminalkommissar, but he rationalized that he had simply been giving the wrong address. As he had to begun to explain himself, the familiar voice of the actress came from behind Otto and Schneider glanced over the man's shoulder. "Ah Willkommen, Obersturmführer Schneider. Vergnügen, Sie hier heute Abend zu sehen." So, the mystery had been solved, Schneider thought with a chuckle in his mind. Perhaps, she was his daughter. Or even his wife? The reunion was awkward as neither of three knew that the other knew the other. It felt strange as he stood in the entrance to the corridor with both of their eyes on them. Even the damned Doberman was staring at him from the KriminalKommissar's side. He had almost forgot to explain himself, to both of them, before he caught how he had distanced himself from the reality of the situation

"Eine was für angenehme Überraschung dieses ist. Ich wusste nie, dass Sie zwei in Verbindung stehend waren. Ich nehme an, dass ich mich rechtfertigen sollte." Pausing, Schneider moved forward to give him more room in the narrow corridor and eased the door shut with his left foot. The chilly air for the storms they had suddenly been attacked with as nerve wracking as he tried to have a conversation. "Ich kam wirklich her, Fräulein Wolff zu erklären, dass ich fein war und erholend von meinen Wunden. Ihre Frau konnte Ihnen erklärt haben, aber falls nicht, wir war gelaufen in eine Gruppe des roten Orchesters einmal letzte Woche. Ich war für die letzten Paare von Tagen verwundet worden und hospitalisiert worden." Schneider explained to the KriminalKommissar on how he had met his wife and sustained the wounds. The two men went back quite some time, but the Obersturmfuhrer didn't think they would meet up again. Until now.

Translations:

- "What a pleasant surprise this is. I never knew you two were related. I suppose I should explain myself."

- "I was actually coming here to tell Miss Wolff that I was fine and recovering from my wounds. Your wife might have told you, but in case not, we had run into a group of Red Orchestra sometime last week. I had been wounded and hospitalized for the last couple of days."

[Otto Wolff]

The blonde woman had appeared into the hallway almost silently and Otto was just about to introduce Schneider and Zelda to each other, when Zelda greeted the Obersturmführer by his name. The situation seemed quite awkward for a good moment, as each person stared at one another, unsure of what was actually happening. Otto glanced at his wife, looking quite confused. He knew Zelda well enough to notice that the woman was not very pleased by the appearance of this visitor and Otto tried to quickly think of ways to make the air a bit clearer between all three of them.

Schneider was quicker to act though and he went on to explain how he had ended up at their doorstep. Otto had of course heard about the confrontation that had taken place the previous week and just the pure thought of his wife being in such a danger had filled him with horror and anger. Just the mere thought of losing his wife filled Otto with a cold, clenching feeling. He blamed himself for not being with his wife when she had needed her, although he well knew that he could not follow her everywhere either. Maybe she needed a permanent guard, she certainly should not be walking around all alone these days. Otto wouldn't know how he could go on if something happened to his dear Zelda.

Otto nodded at Schneider's explanation and removed his reading glasses slowly, tugging them into the pocket of his jacket. "Ja, sie erzählte mir wirklich darüber, aber ich wusste nicht dass der SS-Offizier der kam um zu helfen, Sie war. Wie fremd... aber natürlich sehr glücklich, ich bin in Ihrer Schuld, Obersturmführer. Aber lassen Sie uns hier irgendwo nicht stehen, Sie müssen bereits müde genug sein. Lassen Sie uns zum Wohnzimmer, diesem Weg gehen," Otto stepped aside and motioned towards the living room with his hand.

The Kriminalkommissar glanced at his wife, Zelda had that strange, tired look on her face. She had been very quiet and strange for the past few days and Otto worried about her. Maybe it was her work getting her down, it must have been enough to drive any normal person crazy. When Schneider was already making his way into the living room, Otto stepped closer to Zelda and gently stroked her cheek. "Liebchen, sehen Sie so beunruhigt nicht aus," he said in a low voice, glancing towards Schneider and then back at Zelda. "Sie sehen ein bisschen müde aus... So, Sie sehen schön als immer, aber ein bisschen müde aus, sie haben gut nicht geschlafen. Sie müssen keine Gäste unterhalten, wenn Sie dazu nicht aufgelegt sind, ich kann darauf aufpassen. Und doch, ich errate einen Dank, der Sie für den tapferen Obersturmführer noch um sein würden, denken Sie nicht?" Otto asked with a small smile. He kept his eyes on the dazzling blonde woman for a while, but then he let his hand slide down, taking a step back and following Schneider into the living room.

"Hätten Sie gern einen Schnaps, Obersturmführer?" the man asked courteously as he made his way into the luxurious living room. The expensive wooden paneling which was used throughout the entire apartment was featured in this room also and the wooden floor was polished to perfection. Otto's piano was placed on the other side of the room and on the other side were glass doors that opened up into the balcony. Some of Otto's books among with a few photographs from the Great War decorated the bookcase and on a small table at a wall there was an fancy gramophone. Obviously either one of the residents was a great friend of music. Otto motioned towards a comfortable looking leather chair and proceeded to open the bar cabinet, already fixing drinks even before hearing Schneider's answer.

"Sie sind ein sehr findiger Mann, Obersturmführer Schneider. Ich bin am dankbarsten, dass Sie dort meinen Frau sicher behalten sollten. Es gibt sehr wenige Männer, denen ich gelernt habe, in Deutschland zu vertrauen, und ich Sie als einer von ihnen sicher aufzählen kann. Wenn es jemals irgendetwas gibt, womit ich Ihnen helfen kann und es innerhalb meiner Macht ist, so zu tun, zögern Sie bitte nicht zu fragen," the Kriminalkommissar kept talking as he prepared the drinks. "Ich hoffe, dass Sie schnell genesen?"


Translations:

"Ja, sie erzählte mir wirklich darüber, aber ich wusste nicht dass der SS-Offizier der kam um zu helfen, Sie war. Wie fremd... aber natürlich sehr glücklich, ich bin in Ihrer Schuld, Obersturmführer. Aber lassen Sie uns hier irgendwo nicht stehen, Sie müssen bereits müde genug sein. Lassen Sie uns zum Wohnzimmer, diesem Weg gehen."
"Yes, she did tell me about it, but I didn't know that the SS-officer who came to her aid was you. How strange... yet of course very fortunate, I am in your debt, Obersturmführer. But let us not stand around here, you must be tired enough already. Let us go to the living room, this way."

"Liebchen, sehen Sie so beunruhigt nicht aus."
"Dear, do not look so worried."

"Sie sehen ein bisschen müde aus... So, Sie sehen schön als immer, aber ein bisschen müde aus, sie haben gut nicht geschlafen. Sie müssen keine Gäste unterhalten, wenn Sie dazu nicht aufgelegt sind, ich kann darauf aufpassen. Und doch, ich errate einen Dank, der Sie für den tapferen Obersturmführer noch um sein würden, denken Sie nicht?"
"You look a bit tired... Well, beautiful as always, but a bit tired, you have not been sleeping well. You do not have to entertain any guests if you do not feel like it, I can take care of it. Still, I guess a thank you for the brave Obersturmführer would still be in order, don't you think?"

"Hätten Sie gern einen Schnaps, Obersturmführer?"
"Would you care for an schnapps, Obersturmführer?"

"Sie sind ein sehr findiger Mann, Obersturmführer Schneider. Ich bin am dankbarsten, dass Sie dort meinen Frau sicher behalten sollten. Es gibt sehr wenige Männer, denen ich gelernt habe, in Deutschland zu vertrauen, und ich Sie als einer von ihnen sicher aufzählen kann. Wenn es jemals irgendetwas gibt, womit ich Ihnen helfen kann und es innerhalb meiner Macht ist, so zu tun, zögern Sie bitte nicht zu fragen."
"You are a very resourceful man, Obersturmführer Schneider. I am most grateful that you were there to keep my wife safe. There are very few men that I have learned to trust in Germany and I can safely count you as one of them. If there is ever anything that I can assist you with and it is within my power to do so, please do not hesitate to ask."

"Ich hoffe, dass Sie schnell genesen?"
"I hope you are recovering speedily?"

[Zelda Wolff]

"Ich kam wirklich her, Fräulein Wolff zu erklären, dass ich fein war und erholend von meinen Wunden. Ihre Frau konnte Ihnen erklärt haben, aber falls nicht, wir war gelaufen in eine Gruppe des roten Orchesters einmal letzte Woche. Ich war für die letzten Paare von Tagen verwundet worden und hospitalisiert worden."

She worked up a faint smile. "Es ist gut, um, Obersturmführer Schneider zu hören," She kept her eyes still on the man for a few seconds with her faint smile but it quickly wore off with Otto's words. Otto seemed very calm with all this and this made Zelda feel relief within her soul. As Otto motioned Erik to go in, she could not help but notice him glancing at her with a worried look on his face. She certainly didn't want her husband to worry about her at all. All was going fine.. she thought. As he stepped closer, he put his hand on her soft cheek, stroking it. It slightly made shivers run down her spine - as if a breeze had just hit her. Maybe it was the open door? [Translations: That's good to hear, Obersturmführer Schneider.]

"Liebchen, sehen Sie so beunruhigt nicht aus. Sie sehen ein bisschen müde aus... So, Sie sehen schön als immer, aber ein bisschen müde aus, sie haben gut nicht geschlafen. Sie müssen keine Gäste unterhalten, wenn Sie dazu nicht aufgelegt sind, ich kann darauf aufpassen. Und doch, ich errate einen Dank, der Sie für den tapferen Obersturmführer noch um sein würden, denken Sie nicht?"

She nodded, trying her best to transform her frown into a small smile. "Ja soll ein Danke noch um, lieb sein," She kept her faint smile on. She wouldn't let it go. She had to keep herself presentable. She placed her hand on his nodding, and blushing for some terribly odd reason too. As he let go, she watched him go into the living room. "Ich werde dort in einem sec, Liebe sein," She walked into a nearby bathroom and glanced at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. She ran her fingers through her golden blond hair. She simply walked back outside, as she was ready to face her opponent. [Translations: [1] Yes, a thank you shall still be in order. [2] I'll be there in a sec, love.]

"Ich hoffe, dass Sie schnell genesen?"

She heard them talk whilst she was in the bathroom doing her things. She was glad they were both cooperating like normal humans. She finally entered the living room with a big smile stretching across her face as her pearly white teeth revealed themselves underneath her beautiful smile. She felt good, although she just didn't understand why. She walked over to a seat and sat down. "Ich bin Ihre Besserung, Obersturmführer wirklich froh. Wirklich froh." She kept her bright smile on. She glanced up at the Otto waiting for him to reply[Translations: I'm really glad you recovered, Obersturmführer. Really glad.]

[∬: Erik Schneider]

Schneider nodded and gave a quick "Danke" to the man as he commended the Obersturmfurher for saving his wife and invited him inside the elegant apartment. Exhausted from traveling around Berlin on the wooden crutches, Schneider was grateful to be lead down the hallway and into the living room. It was much more luxurious and inviting than his office at the 2nd SS "Das Reich" headquarters in Berlin. Carefully maneuvering through the room, he turned to find Wolff was following close behind. "Zweifellos Herr Wolff. Ich habe nicht etwas, in durchaus einiger Zeit zu trinken gehabt." The KriminalKommissa was motioning for comfortable leather chair for the wounded Obersturmfuhrer to rest in, but Schneider ignored it and instead decided to explore the rest of the room as his host made him the alcoholic beverage. He took note of the eloquence of the room, much like his family's home in Munich, with its polish wooden floor, grand piano, and decorated with photographs and books. There was even an almost ancient gramophone.

Studying the apartment, the residents obviously showed a certain love for music and theatrics. Schneider himself had taken a liking to such entertainment during the years following his marriage. He couldn't count the number of times his wife had dragged him to an opera or play or when he found himself in a lull between combat singing popular songs from home in his head. He had once been told by a music teacher that he had a brilliant singing voice and beautiful voice, but hadn't heeded their advice to pursue a musical or acting career. Since then, his voice had roughened to a much more serious, harsh German tone and any talent he could have had was non-existent. His fingers slid over the musical playing device as he briefly re-reconciled over what could have been. Never exposed to the horrors of war or forced into killing entire families. Quickly, he withdrew his hand from the families prized possession and destroyed any such thoughts. They were treason to himself and the Fatherland. To fight on the frontlines was an honor and to slaughter the Jewish scum was his duty, he told himself.

Forcing his crutches forward on the polished wood, Schneider positioned himself before the bookcase as Wolff begun to talk from behind the bar. His words were inspirational and heart warming to the younger Obersturmfuhrer. To earn such respect and trust from a man with so much more experience and wisdom than himself greatly pleased the crippled officer. "Danke für solche freundlichen Wörter, KriminalKommissar. Ich werde festgelegt, in der Aufgabe innerhalb der Wochen zurück zu sein," Schneider paused as his gaze washed over the pictures from World War I, reminding him of his own father. "Sie erinnern mich an meinen Vater, Herrn Wolff. Ich glaube, der eine der größten Sachen ist, die, ich zu einem Mann sagen kann. Er diente im ersten Weltkrieg außerdem. Hauptmann Dietrich Schneider. Es holt mir großes Vergnügen, Ihr Vertrauen und Respekt erworben zu haben." The Obersturmfuhrer had to force back a few tears of happiness of memories of his father and childhood as he turned and grinned at the KriminalKommissar.

Zelda finally revealed herself to the two men, showing off her perfect teeth. Schneider's eyes began to focus on a picture of a much younger Wolff, who looked drastically different to the Obersturmfuhrer. It occurred to Schneider that the KriminalKommissar's wife had begun speaking to him and he cocked his head over his left shoulder to make eye contact as she spoke. He couldn't be bothered to adjust his crutches to face the other direction. "Ich war jene Soldaten ankam glücklich, als sie taten. Ich denke nicht, dass ich anders lebendig sein würde. Ich bin Sie ausmachte ihn unversehrt, Fräulein Wolff froh." Feeling he had seen enough of the contents of the room, he slowly approached the leather chair he had been pointed to take a seat in in the first place. Plopping down onto the comfortable chair, kept his wounded leg straight as he set the crutches down against the floor and leaned back so his back rested against the leather. He gave out a sigh of relief to finally be able to relax and rest as he waited for the KriminalKommissar to arrive with the drinks.


Translations:

- "Certainly, Herr Wolff. I have not had something to drink in quite some time."

- "Thank you for such kind words, KriminalKommissar. I am scheduled to be back in duty within weeks."

- "You remind me of my father, Herr Wolff. I believe that is one of the greatest things I can say to a man. He served in the First World War as well. Hauptmann Dietrich Schneider. It brings me great pleasure to have earned your trust and respect."

- "I was fortunate those soldiers arrived when they did. I do not think I would be alive otherwise. I am glad you made it out unscathed, Miss Wolff. "

[Otto Wolff]

The younger officer walked carefully around the room, studying his surroundings and the items on the bookshelf. Otto only glanced at Schneider briefly and then turned his attention to making up his mind on just what kind of drink he would offer his guest. There were several bottles in Otto's collection although he very rarely drank alcohol these days. Sure, he might be inclined to take a Schnapps after a long day at work, but he never drank so much that it would affect his judgement. He had used to do that and it had worked only to destroy his previous marriage and almost Otto himself. It was fortunate that the divorce had at least served to make him wake up and see what he had almost become. His own father had killed himself with alcohol after the Great War, mostly because of the fact that Otto's mother and sister had lost their lives in an air raid during the Great War, but also because the man had obviously been so traumatized by the war that in the end it had been too much for him.

Otto could have gone the same way as his own father had, but instead he had mended his ways and left such excessive drinking in the past. The memories of those times made Otto feel uncomfortable and it felt as if the collar of his suit jacket was suddenly tighter around his neck. He stared at one of the bottles of fine cognag for a while, reminding himself that he was a different man now and he should have been proud of that fact. Strength of will and character could take a person far. He was a better person these days and being with Zelda had changed his way of looking at things, also. He found himself being a calmer and warmer person than he had been and he had quite grown to like the feeling, although it did also take a toll on Otto. It meant that his conscience was bothering him more and no matter how hard he tried to shake the feeling, it would not go away.

"Sie erinnern mich an meinen Vater, Herrn Wolff. Ich glaube, der eine der größten Sachen ist, die, ich zu einem Mann sagen kann. Er diente im ersten Weltkrieg außerdem. Hauptmann Dietrich Schneider. Es holt mir großes Vergnügen, Ihr Vertrauen und Respekt erworben zu haben," the Obersturmführer said suddenly and Otto glanced at the younger man, who was now grinning at him.

Otto smiled at Schneider and nodded. "Ich werde durch solch einen Begriff geehrt. Ich denke, dass ich es bereits in Polen sagte, aber es würde tatsächlich interessante Sitzung Ihr Vater sein, bin ich überzeugt, dass wir viel Gespräch über die Bewertung des Großen Krieges haben würden. Er ist einem großen Mann ähnlich. Und ich glaube, dass es einen Mann nimmt, zum Beispiel, solch einen feinen Sohn auch der zu erziehen," Otto noted as he opened up a bottle and poured some drinks into small glasses.

Zelda arrived into the living room, looking more like her usual, radiant self again. It seemed as if the woman had spent just a moment composing herself in the bathroom and had now managed to shake off the tiredness. Otto wondered how the woman did it, it must have been some special skill that actresses picked up when they had to learn how to deal with people for hours to an end, constantly looking pretty as they did so. Otto smiled more warmly at his wife and finished pouring the drinks. He proceeded to hand Schneider his glass of cognac, nodding at the man. Otto placed a glass on the table for Zelda also, although he was not sure if the she wanted a drink at all, but he clearly left the choice for the woman. Otto sat on the leather sofa next to her, picked up Zelda's hand and placed a small but affectionate kiss on her delicate fingers. He realized how many days it had been since he had last just spent some time with his wife and he felt suddenly very content just sitting next to her for a moment.

The Kriminalkommissar flashed a smile at Schneider and raised his glass slightly. "So, weil ich früher sagte, bin ich für Ihre Hilfe am dankbarsten, ich würde nicht mehr ein und aus wissen, wenn etwas mit meiner lieben Zelda geschehen wäre. Ich schlage vor, dass wir einen Toast für den Obersturmführer und auch zu seiner schnellen Wiederherstellung erheben. Prost!" Otto raised the glass up higher for a moment and soon poured the drink down his throat, the fine vintage cognac making his insides burn pleasantly for a while.

The man set the glass down on the table and settled sitting into a more comfortable position next to his wife, smiling at Zelda as he did so. It seemed that it was slightly difficult for Otto to take his eyes away from his wife for a good moment, but then the Kriminalkommissar's attention was once again directed back at Schneider. "Sie sind auch verheiratet, sind Sie nicht, Obersturmführer? Haben Sie irgendwelche Kinder?"


Translations:

"Ich werde durch solch einen Begriff geehrt. Ich denke, dass ich es bereits in Polen sagte, aber es würde tatsächlich interessante Sitzung Ihr Vater sein, bin ich überzeugt, dass wir viel Gespräch über die Bewertung des Großen Krieges haben würden. Er ist einem großen Mann ähnlich. Und ich glaube, dass es einen Mann nimmt, zum Beispiel, solch einen feinen Sohn auch der zu erziehen."
"I'm honored by such a notion. I think I said it already in Poland but it would indeed be interesting meeting your father, I'm sure we would have plenty of talk about regarding the Great War. He seems like a great man. And I guess it takes a man such as that to bring up such a fine son, also."

"So, weil ich früher sagte, bin ich für Ihre Hilfe am dankbarsten, ich würde nicht mehr ein und aus wissen, wenn etwas mit meiner lieben Zelda geschehen wäre. Ich schlage vor, dass wir einen Toast für den Obersturmführer und auch zu seiner schnellen Wiederherstellung erheben. Prost!"
"Well, as I said earlier, I am most grateful for your assistance, I would be at a loss if something would have happened to my dear Zelda. I propose we raise a toast for the Obersturmführer and also to his speedy recovery. Prost!"

"Sie sind auch verheiratet, sind Sie nicht, Obersturmführer? Haben Sie irgendwelche Kinder?"
"You are married also, are you not, Obersturmführer? Have you any children?"

[∬: Erik Schneider]

OOC: Sorry Rury, but me and Dieter/Otto have come to the conclusion that we will be skipping your post. For now. I know you said you were going to hate this thread anyway.

"So, weil ich früher sagte, bin ich für Ihre Hilfe am dankbarsten, ich würde nicht mehr ein und aus wissen, wenn etwas mit meiner lieben Zelda geschehen wäre. Ich schlage vor, dass wir einen Toast für den Obersturmführer und auch zu seiner schnellen Wiederherstellung erheben. Prost!" Schneider grinned at such a reception, holding the small glass of alcohol that had been handed to him only moments before. He raised the glass up, the liquid swishing around the tip as he did so. "Prost!" The Obersturmfuhrer shouted along with the Kriminalkommissar as he raised the glass towards the ceiling, bringing it down to gulp down his throat. The fine cognac was refreshing as it washed over his tongue and flowed down his starched throat. Setting his glass down on the table before him, Schneider made the most of the remnants of the liquid that lingered behind in his mouth and throat. He had not tasted such a fine drink in some time.

The beautiful, young actress was soaking up the aged Gestapo officer's attention. Their marriage seemed to be one of love and partnership, which was pleasing for Schneider to see. Wolff deserved such a relationship, but it was odd that he had no children running around at such an age. Schneider had wanted to carry on his family's name almost as soon as he had moved out of his home. The Kriminalkomissar had directed his attention over to the Obersturmfuhrer, who was preoccupied in his own thoughts. "Sie sind auch verheiratet, sind Sie nicht, Obersturmführer? Haben Sie irgendwelche Kinder?" The words snapped Schneider back into attention, as he glanced over at Wolff giving him a vacant look as if he was trying to say "What?". "Oh! Oh ja." He spoke up, slightly chuckling that his mind had drifted away from the conversation. The Obersturmfuhrer was smiling now, smiling and nodding at the Kriminalkommissar.

"Ja sind meine reizende Frau, Angela und ich zusammen für Jahre jetzt gewesen. Mein kleiner Engel, Verena, ist nur acht Jahre alt." Schneider's gaze slowly scanned across the living room, but it brought up no signs of a child. It would appear that the two had not yet brought up a child. Perhaps, it was because they had were still newly weds or the fact that Zelda held a job. It would appear that she did not follow the Nazi propaganda of women being good wives, dedicated to the family and raising their children. The German population had boosted when couples began to be rewarded for having children, it was something encouraged for everyone in Germany. Zelda was not doubt brought up in a Nazi Germany as well, but things were different for the older Otto Wolff. That could be the explanation as well, or old age. It didn't concern the Obersturmfuhrer, but he would have much rather seen that they were being the perfect Nazi couple.

"Wie über Sie zwei? Keine Kinder, zum des Wolff Namens schon zu weitermachen? " Schneider asked the couple who were comfortably sitting with each other. His tone was inquisitive, but showed no signs of disappointment. At such an age, maybe Wolff had already conceived children before with other women. Such thoughts made Schneider ponder how many young, glamorous wives the man went through, but it was none of his business. He respected the fatherly like Kriminalkommissar and tossed such thoughts aside, not wishing to delve into his personal history.

Translations:

- "Yes, my lovely wife, Angela, and I have been together for years now. My little angel, Verena, is only eight years old."

- "How about you two? No children to carry on the Wolff name yet?"

[Otto Wolff]

It was apparent that the young Obersturmführer had been lost in his thoughts for a while, as it took him a small moment to regard Otto again and answer his question about his wife and children. "Ja sind meine reizende Frau, Angela und ich zusammen für Jahre jetzt gewesen. Mein kleiner Engel, Verena, ist nur acht Jahre alt," Schneider told Otto and the smiling happily as he mentioned his wife and child. The Obersturmführer spoke of his family with obviously great affection and he no doubt longed to be with them. War did not give one much chance to visit home and Otto was lucky to have most of his work take place in Berlin, disregarding the occasional trips to other parts of Germany.

For a while the Kriminalkommissar wondered why Schneider was not with his family, he no doubt could have visited them now that he was injured and unable to take part in the fighting, at least for the moment. Maybe he just had not gotten around to do it yet, it was not really any of Otto's business. During the few weeks sorting out the mess in Auschwitz with Schneider, Otto had gotten the impression that Schneider was a truly good and honest German man. Such a man could have only been a good father and a husband also, the thought made Otto smile slightly. If there would have been more men like the young Schneider around, Germany would have been a much better place these days.

Schneider's next question caught Otto slightly off guard, although he should have really expected such an inquiry when the discussion had turned to family. "Wie über Sie zwei? Keine Kinder, zum des Wolff Namens schon zu weitermachen?"

Otto raised an eyebrow and glanced at his wife quickly, they had been through many discussions concerning children and they all had ended the same way. Zelda did not want to drop her career and having children just did not fit into her agenda. Otto on the other hand was not getting any younger, yet he had found himself always giving up to his wife and he had agreed to wait. Zelda seemed to have a way with words and Otto just could not find it in himself to force Zelda leave her career, such an action would smother the woman he loved and he did not want her to change. He had not seen things this way at first, but maybe after seeing how warm-hearted and sweet Zelda really was, he could have not brought himself to harm the woman in any way.

Questions about children had been asked from Otto before and he always gave some vague answers. Children were expected from couples these days, the war took a heavy toll on fine German blood and enlarging one's family was greatly encouraged. If Otto would simply state that they did not have children because of his wife's career, they might have thought he was weak for pampering his wife and giving up to her whims. On the other hand, if he gave them no answer, they could have thought that they were simply unable to produce any children.

There was a slight silence as the Kriminalkommissar thought about all of these things, a silence which Otto did not intend. He smiled slightly at the Obersturmführer and sighed, deciding that it was time for the regular answer. "Leider scheint es, dass das eine Ehe drei ist. Mit mir und Zelda und Arbeit hat es kaum jede Zeit gegeben, um an Familie zu denken, wir beide müssen häufig reisen. Sie würden in Erstaunen gesetzt, wie viel Arbeit diese Anklagen der allgemeinen Leute schaffen. Wir haben Frauen, die ihrer ehemaligen Geliebten, eifersüchtiger Nachbarn klatschen sind, die bekannt geben, dass andere etwas schlecht des Führer, Ladenbesitzer gesagt haben, die Schmutz an anderen Geschäftseigentümern werfen, so dass ihr eigenes Geschäft gedeihen würde. Es ist eine echte Verwirrung, wir mussten arbeiten, um Leute davon abzuhalten, uns solche falsche Information zu geben, es wurde lächerlich," Otto shook his head, knowing full well that he was now rambling of a subject that did not really have much to do with the original question.

Placing his hand briefly on his wife's shoulder, Otto got up from the sofa and walked to the bar cabinet to find the bottle of cognac again. "Ich war vorher verheiratet, der vor langer Zeit war. In München, als ich an der Kriminalpolizei dort arbeitete." Otto glanced over his shoulder at Schneider. "Ich habe wirklich einen Sohn, er kämpft um Deutschland wie andere junge Männer seines Alters. Ich habe von ihm eine Zeit lang nicht gehört, ich glaube, dass viele Dinge aufgemacht und widerrufen nach der Scheidung verlassen wurden. Dinge wurden zurück dann nach dem Großen Krieg ganz kompliziert," the Kriminalkommissar admitted and stared at the bottle in his hand for a moment, the bronze liquid seeming much more alluring now that he was talking about his past.

Realizing that he had forgotten himself into such dark and personal reminiscing, Otto sharpened up quickly. This was hardly the time or place to start spilling out such depressing things. Turning around and trying to seem slightly more cheerful, Otto proceeded to bring the bottle with him and fill up the glasses again, not even remembering to ask if Schneider was up for another drink. "Aber natürlich Man weiß nie. Vielleicht sind Kinder bald unterwegs. Und wenn wir stark und Vertrauens-in unserem Führer bleiben, soll Deutschland ein großes Land tatsächlich für unsere Kinder sein," Otto said as he placed the bottle on the table and raised another glass. "Ich denke, dass dieser Toast zu unserem geliebten Vaterland und dem Führer gehen sollte. Prost!" Otto raised his glass again, although his words had lost their earlier zest.

The man quickly poured the drink down his throat, slammed the small glass on the table and took a seat next to his wife again. Otto did his best to shake his brooding appearance off and he took hold of his wife's hand before regarding Schneider again. "Ich würde mich für das Treffen mit Ihrer Frau und Tochter eines Tages interessieren, ich bin überzeugt, dass sie beide sehr nett sind. Sind sie hier in Berlin? Vielleicht eines Tages konnten wir alle, ich und Zelda, Sie mit Ihrer Familie, gehen sieh ein Konzert oder etwas solcher? Ich höre, dass es ein sehr gutes Orchester in Berlin zurzeit gibt, tun sie eine schöne Interpretation des Tannhaüser von Wagner, derjenige, den ich sehr gern hören würde. Wenn Sie und Ihre Frau Musik natürlich genießen."


Translations:

"Leider scheint es, dass das eine Ehe drei ist. Mit mir und Zelda und Arbeit hat es kaum jede Zeit gegeben, um an Familie zu denken, wir beide müssen häufig reisen. Sie würden in Erstaunen gesetzt, wie viel Arbeit diese Anklagen der allgemeinen Leute schaffen. Wir haben Frauen, die ihrer ehemaligen Geliebten, eifersüchtiger Nachbarn klatschen sind, die bekannt geben, dass andere etwas schlecht des Führer, Ladenbesitzer gesagt haben, die Schmutz an anderen Geschäftseigentümern werfen, so dass ihr eigenes Geschäft gedeihen würde. Es ist eine echte Verwirrung, wir mussten arbeiten, um Leute davon abzuhalten, uns solche falsche Information zu geben, es wurde lächerlich."
"Unfortunately it seems that this is a marriage of three. With me and Zelda and work, there has been hardly any time to think about family, both of us have to travel often. You would amazed how much work these denunciations of the common folk create. We have women tattling of their former lovers, jealous neighbours announcing that others have said something ill of the Führer, shopkeepers throwing dirt at other business owners so that their own shop would flourish. It is quite a mess, we had to work to discourage people from giving us such false information, it was getting ridiculous."

"Ich war vorher verheiratet, der vor langer Zeit war. In München, als ich an der Kriminalpolizei dort arbeitete."
"I was married before, that was a long time ago. In München, when I was working at the criminal police there."

"Ich habe wirklich einen Sohn, er kämpft um Deutschland wie andere junge Männer seines Alters. Ich habe von ihm eine Zeit lang nicht gehört, ich glaube, dass viele Dinge aufgemacht und widerrufen nach der Scheidung verlassen wurden. Dinge wurden zurück dann nach dem Großen Krieg ganz kompliziert."
"I do have a son, he is fighting for Germany like other young men of his age. I have not heard of him for a while, I guess a many things were left undone and unsaid after the divorce. Things were quite complicated back then, after the Great War."

"Aber natürlich Man weiß nie. Vielleicht sind Kinder bald unterwegs. Und wenn wir stark und Vertrauens-in unserem Führer bleiben, soll Deutschland ein großes Land tatsächlich für unsere Kinder sein."
"But of course, you never know. Maybe children are soon on the way. And if we remain strong and trust in our Führer, Germany shall be a grand place indeed for our children."

"Ich denke, dass dieser Toast zu unserem geliebten Vaterland und dem Führer gehen sollte. Prost!"
"I think this toast should go to our beloved Fatherland and the Führer. Prost!"

"Ich würde mich für das Treffen mit Ihrer Frau und Tochter eines Tages interessieren, ich bin überzeugt, dass sie beide sehr nett sind. Sind sie hier in Berlin? Vielleicht eines Tages konnten wir alle, ich und Zelda, Sie mit Ihrer Familie, gehen sieh ein Konzert oder etwas solcher? Ich höre, dass es ein sehr gutes Orchester in Berlin zurzeit gibt, tun sie eine schöne Interpretation des Tannhaüser von Wagner, derjenige, den ich sehr gern hören würde. Wenn Sie und Ihre Frau Musik natürlich genießen."
"I would be interested in meeting your wife and daughter one day, I'm sure they are both very lovely. Are they here in Berlin? Maybe one day we could all, me and Zelda, you with your family, go see a concert or something such? I hear there is a very good orchestra in Berlin currently, they do a beautiful rendition of Wagner's Tannhaüser, one which I would very much like to hear. If you and your wife enjoy music, of course."

[∬: Erik Schneider]

The quick, seemingly unexpected question caught the couple off guard for the moment. Otto cocked an eyebrow up before shooting his wife a glance, but neither one of the two spoke up or answered. There was a momentary and uneasy silence as Schneider began to feel that he had accidentally hit a sore spot. The room became awkward for the Obersturmfuhrer, who calmed himself and awaited Wolff's answer. The Kriminalkommissar grinned at Schneider, exposing that he took no harm from the question and the moment had passed. The answer was no. But the man and women in the family were too preoccupied with their careers to raise children to serve in their diminishing Reich. Schneider was slightly upset that a woman like Zelda was refusing to be the proper wife that all women in Germany were trained to be from birth. The cold feeling towards the woman passed over soon and the conversation continued, Otto still controlling it and leading it where he pleased.

As Wolff got up and walked across the room, apparently to get another bottle of the fine cognac, he admitted that he had once been married before. The Obersturmfuhrers suspicions of a previous marriage were put to rest as he was told that Wolff indeed had a son off serving Germany, but the relationship was "complicated". Schneider frowned at the statement, but nodded that he understood how the two might fall apart. The depressing tone of the man changed as he changed topic and the mood of the room, filling the glasses up with the beverage again. The Kriminalkommissar spoke of German children and the future of the Fatherland as he filled the glasses up, honoring a toast to their Fuhrer as they drank in the elegant apartment. Raising his glass up with the man again, he yelled, "Prost!" Much of the drink was poured down the man's throat as he flung the glass backwards into his lips.

"Meine Frau und selbst waren geboren und in München angehoben, also sahen wir, dass es passte, um die Familie dort bleiben zu lassen. Natürlich bin ich nicht in der Lage gewesen, sie und unsere kostbare Tochter eine Zeitlang zu besuchen jetzt." The Obersturmfuhrer answered, his glass still in his hand with some of the liquid gathered at the bottom. He brought his right leg up to rest on his left knee, the injured leg dangling forward slightly as to not irritate the wound he had sustained and the damage it had done to his bone. "Meine Frau und selbst waren geboren und in München angehoben, also sahen wir, dass es passte, um die Familie dort bleiben zu lassen. Natürlich bin ich nicht in der Lage gewesen, sie und unsere kostbare Tochter eine Zeitlang zu besuchen jetzt."

He splashed the remaining cognac around in the glass, watching the liquid swirl around slightly as he spoke. Bringing it up to his mouth, he snapped the glass back and downed the rest of the drink quickly. Setting the glass down on the table gently, he lurched forward from his seat and grabbed a hold of his crutches. It was a bit of a struggle to get himself onto his feet, but he managed to get up into a standing position. There was a slight questioning look from the couple as the Obersturmfuhrer stood up from his comfortable chair, but he moved over towards Wolff. "Gut gibt es das Geschäft, zum zu neigen tun und ich habe Angst, dass ich nicht für lang bleiben kann. Es ist ein Vergnügen Herr Wolff gewesen und ich bin ich mich kurz aufhielt bei froh. Möglicherweise können wir solche Pläne für ein Konzert einige Zeit besprechen? " Schneider stated to the Wolffs, reaching forward to shake the Kriminalkommissar's hand.

Translations:

- "My wife and myself were born and raised in Munich, so we saw it fit to have the family remain there. Naturally, I have not been able to visit her and our precious daughter for some time now."

- "I am sure she would love to see a concert if we could find someone suited to watch our little girl. If she is willing to come out to Berlin that is. We have not been out to a concert in a while, she would probably love to, though."

- "Well, there is business to tend do and I am afraid I can not stay for long. It has been a pleasure Herr Wolff and I am glad I stopped by. Perhaps, we can discuss such plans for a concert some time?"

[Otto Wolff]

The brief silence in the room made Otto and no doubt also his guest, feel slightly awkward, but Otto was more than used to dealing with such situations. Being an active member of the National Socialist party had required him to attend to good many social gatherings during his time. Otto was not sure if he actually liked or hated these social situations. He mostly enjoyed a good conversation between only a few people rather than a large gathering of several acquaintances. Still, the Kriminalkommissar did posses a talent for adjusting his behaviour to match his company when needed and also for getting out of slightly difficult social situations.

The feeling Otto had gotten from this young Obersturmführer was quite different than what he was used to when meeting officers of the SS. He felt that the young man was truthful in the things he said, not one to pretty up his words too much. He still knew proper manners and they seemed to share the same thoughts of serving Germany, following correct social and military etiquette and showing little tolerance for any deviation from the norm. Such frankness and simplicity was like a breath of fresh air to Otto. Maybe he had just been around bureaucrats too much, but these days he often found himself thinking of ulterior motives when talking to people.

Otto directed his attention to Schneider again, breaking away from his rather complicated thoughts. Schneider said that his wife and daughter were in München and Otto nodded with a slight smile. It appeared that they hailed from the same town, although Otto had not actually been born in Germany at all. Still, he considered München his hometown, he had spent most of his life in the city, anyway. Memories of the familiar streets and buildings, of the birth of National Socialist movement and especially of that one grand night when the streets had been filled with marching people proudly carrying torches as the swastika-decorated flags had been hanging from balconies and windows... How Otto wished he could have gone back to those days, when things had seemed so simple and the victory had tasted so sweet to them. Just returning back to München would have sufficed, too.

Knowing that he must have had a faraway-look on his face for a moment, Otto sharpened up and listened to Schneider more attentively again. The SS officer told Otto that it might be tricky getting her wife to Berlin and find someone to look after their daughter, also. The Kriminalkommissar could understand his sentiments and he nodded. "Natürlich ist es noch eine Entfernung, um bloß zu reisen, um ein Konzert zu sehen. Erwartet zu arbeiten ist es für uns sehr schwierig, viel auch zu reisen. Das ist zu schlecht, es wäre interessante Sitzung Ihre Frau und Tochter gewesen," Otto said and he obviously meant every word he said.

The Obersturmführer downed the rest of his drink and seemed to get ready to leave. As the man carefully raised himself up from the comfortable chair, Otto was quick to get up from his seat also, an inquisitive look appearing on his face. "Gut gibt es das Geschäft, zum zu neigen tun und ich habe Angst, dass ich nicht für lang bleiben kann. Es ist ein Vergnügen Herr Wolff gewesen und ich bin ich mich kurz aufhielt bei froh. Möglicherweise können wir solche Pläne für ein Konzert einige Zeit besprechen?" Schneider asked, holding a hand out.

Otto gave the man a good, firm handshake. He hated nothing more than lazy handshakes. "Natürlich welche Scham konnten Sie nicht länger bleiben. Weil ich sagte, wenn Sie sich jemals im Bedürfnis nach Hilfe finden und es etwas ist, womit ich Ihnen helfen kann, zögern Sie nicht, sich mit mir in Verbindung zu setzen. Es ist kleinst ich konnte tun, Sie taten schließlich, retten meine wertvolle Zelda. Und wenn Sie Ihre Frau nicht überzeugen können, einem Konzert in Berlin beizuwohnen, vielleicht werden Sie sich mit mir in Verbindung setzen, sobald Sie sich in Berlin und mit einer Freizeit in Ihren Händen finden? Ich würde mich am meisten für das Hören interessieren, was nach Polen geschehen ist, bin ich immer darauf scharf, Nachrichten von der Vorderseite zu hören. Ich werde Sie zu einer guten Mahlzeit als Entgelt für einige Kriegsgeschichten behandeln."

Stepping out of the way to let his wife say her polite goodbyes to Schneider, Otto glanced at the crutches which the SS officer had with him. "Sie müssen den ganzen Weg hier, Obersturmführer spazieren gegangen sein. Lassen Sie mich Sie ein Auto einordnen... man wird mehr als einen Moment nicht brauchen, um anzukommen," Otto remarked, obviously not taking no for an answer as he had already started towards his study. Making a very short phone call and coming out of his study soon after, Otto presented a small piece of paper to Schneider. "Ich vergaß fast, hier ist, wie Sie sich mit mir in Verbindung setzen können, Obersturmführer. Ich würde erwarten, dass es ein Auto gibt, das auf Sie draußen in gerade ein paar Momenten wartet."


Translations:

"Natürlich ist es noch eine Entfernung, um bloß zu reisen, um ein Konzert zu sehen. Erwartet zu arbeiten ist es für uns sehr schwierig, viel auch zu reisen. Das ist zu schlecht, es wäre interessante Sitzung Ihre Frau und Tochter gewesen."
"Of course, it is still some distance to travel merely to see a concert. Due to work it is very difficult for us to travel much, either. That is too bad, it would have been interesting meeting your wife and daughter."

"Natürlich welche Scham konnten Sie nicht länger bleiben. Weil ich sagte, wenn Sie sich jemals im Bedürfnis nach Hilfe finden und es etwas ist, womit ich Ihnen helfen kann, zögern Sie nicht, sich mit mir in Verbindung zu setzen. Es ist kleinst ich konnte tun, Sie taten schließlich, retten meine wertvolle Zelda. Und wenn Sie Ihre Frau nicht überzeugen können, einem Konzert in Berlin beizuwohnen, vielleicht werden Sie sich mit mir in Verbindung setzen, sobald Sie sich in Berlin und mit einer Freizeit in Ihren Händen finden? Ich würde mich am meisten für das Hören interessieren, was nach Polen geschehen ist, bin ich immer darauf scharf, Nachrichten von der Vorderseite zu hören. Ich werde Sie zu einer guten Mahlzeit als Entgelt für einige Kriegsgeschichten behandeln."
"Of course, what a shame you could not stay longer. As I said, if you ever find yourself in need of any assistance and it is something that I can help you with, do not hesitate to contact me. It is the least I could do, you did after all, save my precious Zelda. And if you cannot persuade your wife to attend a concert in Berlin, maybe you will contact me once you find yourself in Berlin and with some free time in your hands? I would be most interested in hearing what has happened after Poland, I'm always keen to hear news from the front. I shall treat you to a good meal in exchange for some war stories."

"Sie müssen den ganzen Weg hier, Obersturmführer spazieren gegangen sein. Lassen Sie mich Sie ein Auto einordnen... man wird mehr als einen Moment nicht brauchen, um anzukommen."
"You must have walked all the way here, Obersturmführer. Let me arrange you a car... it will not take more than a moment to arrive."

"Ich vergaß fast, hier ist, wie Sie sich mit mir in Verbindung setzen können, Obersturmführer. Ich würde erwarten, dass es ein Auto gibt, das auf Sie draußen in gerade ein paar Momenten wartet."
"I almost forgot, here is where you can reach me, Obersturmführer. I'd expect there is a car waiting for you outside in just a few moments."

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Schneider - 9

O. Wolff - 11

Z. Wolff - 4

-JT