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— This woman is evil incarnate. — grumbled a man in a coat concealing a uniform of the Schutzstaffel paramilitary organization. One dot on the left badge announced to everyone that the man's humble rank was the title of Unterscharführer. —You'll see when you work under her wing for a while.
— How did she even get here? She should get married and have children, not interfere with men's affairs. — the second man replied immediately, taking a pack of cigarettes from his uniform pocket. — You smoke?
— Of course. — The first person quickly removed his hand from his pocket, exposing it to the cold night air. A nicotine product quickly landed between his fingers and was lit by his companion a moment later. - It's something with her documents... In each of them they address her as a man. Officially, she is even treated as a man. — The tone of his voice showed obvious reluctance towards the person he was describing. — I do not recommend addressing her as Frau von Falkenhayn. She'll scold you a hard time for this. Herr von Falkenhayn and end of discussion.
There was a moment of silence between the men. Inhaling the smoke, holding it in your lungs for a moment, exhaling it into the clean night air, and so on.
— Anyway… — he continued. — She's like a queen. They're always looking for her for speeches, parties, or who knows what else. You will hear all the gossip first hand.
— Was she on that poster with some slant-eyed and an Italian girl? I saw one in Berlin. Pretty good...
— Yes. She. But I'll let you down, she actually looks worse. The artist embellished it a bit.