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The door to Standartenführer Jäger's rooms is slightly open.
Thielicke goes in.
As a soldier, he is used to sharply observe his surroundings and quickly determine what the situation is.
Someone is lying in his commander's bed.
Someone he didn't expect to see here.
It is unmistakably Ivushkin, who lies there deeply asleep. His breathing even and peaceful.
Thielicke tiptoes closer.
„Oh, mein Gott. Unglaublich.“
There are clothes strewn across the floor. From the door to the bed. As if someone had ripped them off the tanker's body. In haste and impatience.
Yes, that's how it seems to have happened.
He thought Jäger would choose Anya the interpreter as his prey, but apparently his officer's preferences lie elsewhere.
On the other hand, he can understand it.
Ivushkin is the true trophy of the hunt.
The brilliant tankist.
Beautiful.
His spirit wild. His will, even after years in brutal German imprisonment, even after torture - unbroken.
Did Jäger manage to manipulate Ivushkin into offering himself to him and into allowing him to bed him by threatening to kill Anya?
Maybe.
Unlikely.
Impossible!
Nikolay is not someone who would allow something like that.
So he's here of his own free will.
Something rustles.
The young Russian has woken up, turned slightly and is now looking directly at the German officer with his greyblue eyes.
"Wo ist Klaus?"