In the exercise yard, Tatiyana had been steered away from the hallway to her bunk.<br/><br/>"Nein," the guard said in clipped tones.  Two more guards fell into step, one more flanking her and one behind, making forward the only path to follow.<br/><br/>"What is this about?" she asked, but received no answer.  Only a nudge with a sidearm in a precise portion of her lower back.  It would be far enough from her spine to avoid paralyzing her, angled to avoid anything immediately fatal, but incapacitating her nonetheless.<br/><br/>Tatiyana walked.  They were steering her towards the important person - now revealed more clearly as a woman in a gray winter coat.  The thick wool did as much as it could to make all look alike, but there was no way to conceal the German's generous curves.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Strip for inspection."</em></strong><br/><br/>Tatiyana met those cold eyes with her own dark gaze.  Obviously, the other intended this to be a torment, but she did not know General Winter the way that the prisoners did.  Without even looking at the guards that had brought her over, Tatiyana started to remove her prison tunic, exposing breasts that peaked quickly in the cold, with tight reddened nipples on pale D-cups.  Her eyes flicked to one side as the Kommandant arrived - every prisoner knew<em>that</em>form, and knew that her presence meant nothing good.<br/><br/>The dull-colored prison pants had to follow, dropping to show a peasant's strong legs tapering from the cradle of her hips.  Like all prisoners, hair was kept at a minimum, clipped as close as practical.  Little did Tatiyana know that she was the only one present with that triangle uninterrupted.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Guten Morgen, Doktor. I see you waste no time. That is good.”</em></strong><br/><br/>"What is going on here?"  Tatiyana asked again, then attempted what little of the invaders' speech she knew.  "Was machen Sie hier?"