Berlin blood

England The office is full of tobacco smoke, which makes it hard to breathe and makes it impossible to think. A man comes to the window. There is no news from Moritz. According to his calculations, as well as the time allotted to him, he should have already returned to England and come today with documents and a report on the case. Jerry didn’t want to think about the bad things, and that he lost to his friend, but he didn’t rule out such a plot. Moritz was brave, but inside he was weak, he was still alive to the friendship with Paul that he once had. He didn’t want to take revenge on him so much as to show how hurt he was. Moritz regretted that he had lost such a friend, and indeed the people who were for him. Jerry opened the window, letting in fresh air. There was a knock on the door, from which he flinches and gives a positive answer, letting in a guy who comes in and hands over a letter. The man immediately realizes everything, the subconscious gives the answer. Moritz lost. At best, he ran away and will not return, at worst, he is dead. He unfolds the letter and checks the second option: Moritz is dead. The handwriting is not his. “Unfortunately, I inform you that Moritz Bauner was shot in the head and died at the hands of a German agent sent to kill him. I have nothing to do with his murder. His last words were that he regretted that everything had happened to our friendship. On my own behalf, I can add that everything that happened in that church will remain there, all the secrets and all the conversations. One thing I understood for sure: Moritz was always my comrade at heart. I wish him heaven, he deserves it. Of course, during his life and during his service, which he carried out in the Kriegsmarine, Moritz was not an ideal, but he tried to be one. Please, don’t look for me or send someone: I think my own people will shoot me, so good luck to you.” Jerry puts the letter on the table and looks around the bridge, which is in the fog, and the walking soldiers who are heading to the front. Yes, the war was lost by the Germans, but there is still a lot ahead. The world has changed and it has changed, oddly enough, only because such evil as Hitler came to light. It is evil that shows all sins and imperfections and helps people become perfect. He goes to the phone and dials a familiar number, informing him that the mission has failed and he is leaving his post. It’s time to sum things up and just live. Without restrictions and hatred, to move a little away from what is happening in the world now. He no longer wants to participate in the epicenter of events, does not want to decide something and save the world, he must make room for the younger generation. It’s time for him to just start living. *** Germany Office, open letter. Horror mixed with disappointment was visible in Heinrich’s eyes. Damn it, how could Wilke fail this case? “I regret to inform you that Wilke Jan died from a bullet from Julian, who ultimately fired it at himself. Since you most likely know him, I can tell you that he was a nice kid, but he got caught up in an adult game that he had no chance of winning. He simply couldn’t handle the responsibility you gave him. Like Wilke, he understood that nothing awaited him, and both of them died. I didn’t want to comment on what was happening on my part, but I want to tell you one thing: you dragged too many people into my capture. I don’t know anything like that. Besides, I would have died before you could have driven me into a trap.” Heinrich puts the letter in the ashtray and sets it on fire: he did not want anyone to know about his failure — he will say that both were missing, and then announce that all three died together in Paris. It will be better this way. Even at the end of the war, Henry wanted to save face. He came up with a fallback plan and couldn’t let it go wrong. Like the entire top of the Reich, they were concerned about the behavior of their superiors, so they did not want to attract attention to themselves and become targets for anger. Everyone was preparing their own escape routes, everyone was selling extra apartments, storing money and, as long as possible, quietly preparing fake documents so that if something happened they could quickly leave. Of course, the same cannot be said about people with the rank of lieutenant colonel or general, head of security and many other units, but the lower your rank, the more chances you have that you will escape and go unnoticed. This is exactly what Paul intended to do. Yes, he wants to cover his tracks and leave Germany, stealing documents. Well, a completely logical solution for a person who longs for life and is removed from the war. Heinrich reaches for the phone and calls the personnel department, asking that they bring him documents for Julian and Wilke. It’s time to close the cases and put them in the archives. No one cares about them right now anyway, everyone is too busy with the fuss around and the information they receive from enemies about the transfer of forces. Heinrich takes the piece of paper and writes his own will and report of dismissal. He puts the first one on the table, the second one in his briefcase. It’s time to go. It’s time.