Ein Fenster mit Blick auf den Hügel

             Führer. Reich Chancellor. Chairman of the NSDAP. Orator. Adolf Hitler. I stood in the square, watching his speeches, shivers running down my spine. Dieter, standing beside me with his hands clasped behind his back, absorbed every word. It was astonishing how devoted people were to him. So loyal... On the way back, the SturmBannführer was silent and deeply thoughtful. I too was lost in my own thoughts—thinking about him, and about Ralf, who had seen us. Polite, handsome, and smart, a damn good lover, but... I don’t know. My heart whispered that our paths weren’t meant to cross, and I rarely ignored such instincts. Now, walking in the shadows beside Dieter, I wanted to tell him this but was afraid. Suddenly, a fluffy ginger cat ran up to him, rubbing against his legs. He crouched down and picked it up. The animal settled comfortably on his lap, purring loudly.       — Dieter, I… He looked at me with cold eyes, still stroking the cat behind its ear.       — I want to say... we can’t be together. I don’t know why. — I was on the verge of tears.       — Yes, I thought about that too. — He surprised me with those words. — I’m not someone you can trust, Lorna. I’m SS, a Gestapo officer as well. You don’t deserve a partner like me. Life with me is pure hell.       — That’s not true, you’re a good man…       — How would you know? For the first time in our conversations, he revealed another side—cruel and cold. The cat, startled by his loud voice, jumped off his lap and ran away.       — I’m a killer. SS. That says it all. Don’t fool yourself with nonsense! Don’t romanticize me!       — Yes, — I murmured, swallowing tears, — perhaps you’re right. He sighed and pulled me close to his waist.       — Sorry, Lorna, It was rude. And... thank you for letting me love you and be happy, even if only for such a short time. God, how I wanted to cry.       — Let me touch you one last time. I exhaled, the signal he waited for. My pulse quickened—blamed on the thrilling atmosphere of the cold night and the man beside me. When his eyes met mine, they burned with a hunger that nearly made my knees buckle. The SturmBannführer sharply turned into an alley between a café and a tobacco shop. In the shadow scented with sweet cigars, he pressed me against the wall. His body was hard and strong, his powerful arms wrapped my waist, and his firm mouth covered my lips. I moaned, mindlessly clawing his back, sliding my hands up to his soft hair. Wanting to clasp his waist so he could take me right there, right now, I parted my legs. His hand slipped under the folds of my dress, settling between my thighs. His fingers found the sweet spot through the silky fabric, which moistening under his touch. My body slammed hard against the wall, burning in a real fire. I pressed against Eichenwald’s neck, stunned by how quickly he brought me to orgasm.       — Oh God, yes, — I hissed, nearly crying out in agony as he pulled his hand away. Dieter dropped to his knees, lifting my dress.       — Oh God. Oh… God, wait. Dieter…       — Do you want me to stop? I glanced around the deserted alley and realized no one could see us.       — No. He slipped back under my skirt, pulling my panties aside. Then his mouth found me, and I fought to suppress a cry. His tongue began sucking and licking, and in just a few seconds, a titanic wave of pleasure crashed over me. I thrashed against the wall, holding the man’s shoulders as ecstasy engulfed me. Throwing my head back onto the bricks, I stared at the stars above my new city. But Dieter didn’t stop. Deeper he plunged into me, his tongue, his teeth barely touching, his low voice’s deep vibration driving me toward another cata-strophe. He attacked me like a starving madman; I was as if the only thing that could satisfy him. The second orgasm pierced me like an arrow; I silently gasped for air, my whisper spreading through the alley like a scream I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream. I needed the naked Sturm-Bannführer in bed, to ride him until he climaxed, and then make him finish again. One last time. He slid out from under my skirt, and even in the dim light, his flushed face showed lips and chin wet from my juices.       — Home, — I whispered. God, home felt so far away now. Too far. So we caught a car and headed for his place. Eichenwald moved restlessly and impatiently beside me. His hand settled on my thigh atop my dress. I looked out the window, biting my thumbnail and slightly parted my legs.       — Oh God, Lorna, — he exhaled. His hand felt large, rough, warm on my skin. I moved closer, pressing against him, and it slid higher along my thigh. I leaned toward him slightly, desperate and needy. I nearly screamed when his palm glided over me, his fingers drawing small circles. I ran my fingers down his knees to the bulge in his trousers. Even through thick fabric, his member felt hard and hot. I stroked it full length and bit my lip harder. The car ride dragged unbearably slow. The keys to the front door wouldn’t cooperate. The apartment was large and spacious. Too many steps from the door to the sofa where I pushed Dieter. The kitchen light was enough to see his eyes grow wide with desire. Judging by how he clenched his teeth and eyed me, he wasn’t planning to wait long. I tore off my cardigan and threw it aside, then stripped off my dress and dropped it to the floor.       — Take off your uniform, — I asked, reaching back to unhook my black bra. Eichenwald grabbed me from behind by the collar, pulled it over my head, and tossed it aside. I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to the sight of his bare torso. I slipped off my panties, left only the garter belt, heels, and a dozen colorful beads. Slowly, I sank to my knees before him, running my palms up and down his muscular thighs. When I reached for his belt buckle, Dieter bent down and kissed me fiercely. I unzipped his trousers and freed his hard length.       — You’re so beautiful, — I said in awe. Not the manliest compliment, but I meant it. The strong figure of the man, every part of him, was incredibly beautiful to me.       — Damn, — he hissed through clenched teeth, as I took his member into my mouth, stroking it with my hand and speeding up. I was about to take him all the way down his throat when he grabbed my shoulders.       — Lorna, — he groaned, — I want to be inside of you. Now. He went and took a condom from the nightstand, then lay on the sofa. I rose from my knees and straddled him. The beads hung from my chest, but he roughly brushed them aside to reach my nipple, biting and sucking it as I lowered myself onto him. We paused for a moment. I felt his thick, hard member buried deep inside my warm wetness. Gripping my hips with his fingers, Dieter plunged into me sharply, and I pressed closer.       — So good, God, so good inside you,” he groaned.       — Don’t stop…I whispered, almost incoherently. Finding my chin, I cupped his face and kissed him hard. Then I lowered my hands onto his shoulders and began to move. I rode him until the aching pain in my lower belly spread and exploded. My whole body shook with intense orgasm. Arching my back, I shouted his name, and the Sturm-Bannführer came after me, pouring himself into me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his forehead to my chest. I pulled away and took his face in my hands, looking down at him, brushing wet hair from his forehead. Alongside pleasure, his blue eyes held bitter sadness. Sadness that we were not meant to be, that we belonged to different worlds. We sat drinking tea, chatting like old friends. Though my heart ached, I knew we had done the right thing. I wondered if Dieter would remain alone for life, without a wife or children. He didn’t deserve that; he deserved better. But for some reason, I didn’t dare ask. I was grateful for the few happy days spent in a foreign land. The man saw me home and kissed me on the cheek.       — Until next time, Lorna, and thank you. We’ll see each other again. I nodded, hoping it would be so. The Sturm-Bannführer nodded, turned, and disappeared into the dark around the corner, and I watched him leave for a long time. Rustling sounds reached me, followed by children’s voices—one was my brother’s, the other vaguely familiar. I peeked into the archway. There, hidden in shadows, stood Paolo with... That same red-haired boy who had given me the caricature flyer! They held two stacks each, this time with Goering depicted with a pig’s head and the caption: “Pigs belong in the stables, not the Reichstag!” I was shocked, not wanting to accept what I saw. Paolo was involved in this dangerous business! Unbelievable!       — Paolo! Are you dumb?! — I wanted to scream, to beat him up, but held back. — Do you want to be found and strung up on the nearest pole for protest sentiments? For disobedience to the Reich? He shot me a contemptuous look and resumed placing the caricatures. I nearly howled in despair. This was the end! Once my brother started something and got carried away, there was no stopping him. At that moment, a boy from Britain spoke up.       — Hey, don’t worry. I’ve lived here since I was ten, that’s four years. I started this at twelve, and as you see, I haven’t been caught yet. Paolo has proven himself a careful and cautious dissident.       — So what!? You two idiots think printing papers will make people overthrow the top? Don’t make me laugh. You’ll be shot without hesitation or sent to a camp!       — First, there aren’t two of us but three, was four, — Paolo said harshly, — Second, we’re not idiots, and third, what do you suggest? Hide and watch? You don’t like this fucking system yourself, you don’t want to hear about Nazism. That means we must act, fight.       — In our position, we need to sit and keep our heads down at all, — You’re condemning yourselves to death!       — Yes, maybe we’ll die, but the idea will survive, and followers will continue our cause. The redhead nodded. Fucking martyrs! But... their eyes sparkled, young souls full of conviction, and I couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised. But fear for Paolo was stronger.       — Right now, into the house! No more talk! And you, e…       — Erik Coverdale.       — I don't care, go to your place. I think your parents are waiting. The Briton darkened.       — I’m an orphan, Fräulein. My parents died after World War I by German hands. I live in an orphanage on the other side. Goodbye. I felt sorry for this child. It was clear why he chose this path—revenge or something else. Maybe he was completely desperate. Paolo said goodbye to his friend, and we went to our apartment. My brother frowned and was silent, not speaking. Just before sleep, he quietly said:       — The fourth was that murdered Jewish boy Maurice. Now in our group, there are Erik, me, and Diego. The one who supposedly disappeared. Actually, he spent the night in... I won’t say where. He’s already with his mother. I said nothing, just sat at the desk, turned on the radio, and started reading a book. If a refined, literary style or any specific sections require closer attention, please specify. This is a faithful yet fluent English rendering of the original Russian text.