The stocky, earnest Red Army captain had been in Berlin only a week and it was something of a disappointment. He had heard tall tales of worldly Berlin and its women, but he had seen only weary Hausfrauen alien grubbing for food or fuel among the battered buildings.
And then the other side of Berlin presented itself in his small, bare office: a statuesque platinum blonde in a shining satin dress that crept a span above shapely bare knees when she sat beside his desk. She fluttered her long, blue-tinted eyelashes, and smiled:
"It is this waywe are reorganizing our Berlin circus. You...
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