The cinema was full of people, like an anthill. all the German nobility gathered here, from film critics to the leaders of the state. champagne, laughter and anticipation of the legendary Frederick Zoller movie — such an atmosphere prevailed today. It was not without Landa: he was responsible for the security of the cinema during the entire event. What a pity that his comrade Hellstrom died last night. Rest in peace, Sturmbannfuhrer.

Safety is paramount. It was impossible to allow outsiders and traitors... and such people just appeared here. Bridget von Hammersmark, the great German actress who went with the spies last night and forgot her shoe...

her inept excuses about her injured leg, namely about mountaineering, are complete nonsense. Hans couldn't hold back his laughter and laughed like a madman. Well, what are the mountains in Paris? also, these "Italians" with the stupidest accents... A joke. jokes are jokes, but Bridget needed to be taught a lesson. With a friendly smile, the colonel led the actress into a closed room that was lent to him by Mademoiselle Mimieux, touching his victim as gently as if he were holding a fragile butterfly in his hands. the butterfly he wanted to kill as soon as possible.

"Give me your leg," Hans said gently, but sternly, without giving a head start. He loved following his orders unconditionally. "give me your leg."