Major General Schneider reluctantly opened his eyes, disoriented for five minutes before remembering who he was, where he was, and what he was supposed to do.
He got up. It was then that he overheard two guards whispering outside the room, "Do you know? That Rokossov from Ante melts down the medals and ranks of our captured or killed officers into metal plates inscribed with their names and ranks, which he then displays in his home cabinet!"
Major General Schneider furrowed his brow, finding the statement oddly familiar.
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh, recalling that this was what he had hysterically made up yesterday. How did it turn into truth overnight?
He opened the door, about to scold the guards for slacking off during their watch, when he suddenly remembered that he wasn't wearing his uniform pants.
Major General Schneider was the type who preferred to sleep in just a tank top and briefs during winter before crawling under the blanket.
