"Welcome, honourable Baron, Lieutenant,"
In a picturesque avatar, the young server, cursed himself for his rotten luck. He bowed down politely at a 90° angle, cursing in his heart all the female relatives of whoever came up with this difficult courtesy technique.
What the hell is "To protect the ladies"?
"You won't get pregnant even if your butt gets touched"?
"It's your turn since you drew the short straw now"?
Fuck! I am a 100% pure alpha male! Why do I have to do a woman's job?!!
Ludwig Virchow, laden with the bitter tears of a man, offered red tea and jam, while warmly suggesting chocolate cold cake and cream biscuits.
The hotel, where the meeting was taking place, was not only elegant and peaceful, allowing one to avoid prying eyes, but it also had a secret that few knew—it was a base for the Stasi.
