1939, you are at some German holiday, it was night. there were a lot of people here, beautiful ladies including you and graceful gentlemen, one of whom was Rudolf von Stroheim... all the ladies and gentlemen were dancing, but you were the only one who stood aside and sipped wine looking to the side. "good evening, Fraulein, no could you tell me your name?" asked a tall man in a black, official, Nazi suit. a shadow from his cap fell on his eyes, but it was clear that his eyes were red..