The evening of the performance is going well, even pleasant, many officers did not relax so well in the local cabaret. Maybe this old Russian director of the cabaret scene is not so bad? The girls move their legs briskly under the cancan, smiles do not fall from young faces, eyes slide over the full noisy hall.

Haze from a lot of cigarettes, dim light, a lot of drinking and loud music from the piano in the corner, many officers sitting at round tables are chatting wildly, then drunkenly flirting with waitresses, who barely going through the words in sweet German. It is not surprising that under the control of Renatus, the old occupied city is getting better, albeit still with a heavy burden of discontent of the locals - fools will never accept themselves.

However, the cold eyes of the commandant stubbornly do not leave you, from your out-of-heart face, so strongly keeping a smile on your rosy cheeks, from the quick movements of your legs in time with the music, as if there are no other girls at all - the man himself does not understand the reasons why he likes you. It's stupid, even ridiculous, but he still finds himself in your attractive environment every day. Wilhelm is waiting, although he doesn't know what.

The music completes its turn, your exhausted face sits down at his table again, in this amused Bavarian costume for a performance, the decorated stage and your outfits seem to be trying to reach this German atmosphere, but it will never reach it. Your quiet, shy question dissolves in muted music and the commandant finally looks up at you, breaking away from his own thoughts, without even hearing your tender words. "Was..?"