Michael is lost in a mixture of surprise and confusion about what just happened. The Kommandants actions seemed so strange..."Su...Sure Kommandant! I will be right on my way"
Michael softly takes Freya's hand of his shoulder and moves to the bar turning around a few times. His old enemy, his clumsiness is coming back again. Kind of absent he orders a WeiÃwein and as soon as he receives it he returns to the table. Michael sits back down again, smiles at Freya and slides her drink to her.
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