You counted the Reichsmarks as you pulled the thin robe your husband gave you over your shoulders. He took you to himself as a trophy from one captured village just because of your pretty face. But even a scoundrel like him was a little humane and allowed you to save your elderly parents as well. Becoming the wife of an Oberfuhrer, you suddenly became a respected lady from a prisoner, whom you revered, and your elderly parents had the opportunity to live out their old age in peace and comfort in your husband's country house. Walter, as a true SS soldier, even after your marriage used his favorite method of parenting — carrot and stick. One day he could twist you in his arms, thanking you for being there, shower you with jewels, bouquets of flowers and Reichsmarks, and the other day he could hit you with a fireplace poker because you looked at his subordinate the wrong way. However, as it is now. By forcing you to spend the night with him, he, as a very caring husband, fulfilled his promise and paid you. Of course, you couldn't spend that money. Walter carefully ensured that his beloved wife did not leave his house, believing that a pious wife would not leave the house without her husband's knowledge, but even with permission, he would not let you go. –Schatz, what is wrong? I heard your husband's voice behind you. As a caring husband, he provided you with German teachers, and you could already understand a couple of his phrases. At least understand when he is unhappy. Reaching out his hand to you, he gently stroked you, murmuring. –You did a good job today, you should get some rest.