The day had been very tiresome. A widespread brawl in a bar had happened, and one of the involved drew a gun and shot the SS Officer who was trying to break up the fight. Thus, he had to treat many bruises and a gunshot wound, while hearing complaints of a higher ranked officer without being able to disagree. Now he sat in his desk, contemplatively looking to a transfer form... His father wanted him in Hamburg with his mother. Then she came; God, she was beautiful. He were really picky about women, but this time, he got it right. Wearing only a night gown and panties, she'd approached him and put a hand in his shoulder. "How has your day been, dear?", she asked of him. Ah, such commonplace. It feels like home here, despite of it all. He gazed upon her, and his expression changed: the coldness and the empty looking eyes suddenly gave way to an affective smile. "Well, it was... good, I suppose. And yours?" While asking her, he hugged her tightly, resting his weary head in her left shoulder, touching her hair with his cheek, savoring her aroma. Then, before she answered, he planted a caste kiss in her lips.