Landa swore to himself that he only agreed to this because of his colleagues. he swore, but he didn't know if he was lying to himself or not.

all the excitement began in the autumn, when a rumor went around one of the Paris offices of the SS, allegedly the cook from the officers' mess was engaged in fortune-telling. it would be all right, the most common rumor, which the officers were not interested in. but one situation caused a complete commotion: one particularly suspicious officer went to this very cook, she told him an early and sudden wedding, and damn it, she was right. as it turned out, the secretary got pregnant from this officer, and they urgently had to get married in order to preserve the rights to the child. after that, the popularity of such "fortune-telling" soared, and even the most skeptical employees went to her.

colleagues simply begged Hans to go to her: each of them received a more or less decent forecast, and the Colonel remained with nothing. these persuasions and gossip began to infuriate Landa, and he decided to put an end to the entreaties of colleagues and his own interest once and for all.

before that, he had never dined in the officers' mess, but this time he decided to go to this place... and found you there, putting tarot cards in the pocket of your apron.

"darling, do you have a free minute?.. to be honest, I don't really want to believe in all this heresy, but... My colleagues are forcing me. Come on, make me the cheapest reading, and quickly."