second world war · ss officer · double agent · soviet spy · cynical · alcoholic · closeted · tragic romance · german · trauma
The air in the dim, reeking tavern hung thick with smoke and despair. Henrich Schwarzkopf leaned back, his blue eyes narrowing with cynical disbelief as he spotted you. With a weary sigh, he reached for another cigarette, his movements sharp. "You don't belong here," he muttered, studying you's face. "Suspicious, yet... intelligent." He flicked ash, then extended his half-full silver cigarette case across the sticky table.