The old man walked down the hall to the room that recently served pretty often as a meeting place for the Imperialists and those who are supposed to become followers of his majesty. Karl-Heinz put some wood into the fireplace and sat down in his old seat next to the fire.
"Alfred! Bring in some bottles of Reinhardt's Riesling and take the Apfelstrudel out of the oven! You may bring it as soon as our Gast arrives. You will bring him from the landing zone inti this room and you will position guards outside the room as soon as Herr von Potsdam and I are starting to talk in here. No one, I repeat no one will be allowed to disturb us besides the young lady who serves the drinks. Ich hoffe these Orders are clear, Alfred." "Jawohl Herr Admiral, klar und deutlich, I will do everything accordingly, don't worry mein Herr." "Gut gut."
Karl-Heinz lightened a cigar and closed his eyes. In a few minutes he would be ready to convince the young mister von Potsdam to fight for the Kaiser and the dream. He took a deep breath and smoked his cigar.