Alfred Naujocks о Шелленберге в Венло.
He (Naujocks) dressed untidily, and splashed cold water on his face. Two minutes later he was tapping at the door of ex-student Schellenberg on the floor below, and walked in to find the man in bed. It was unfair, and Alfred looked as if he thought it was.
Schellenberg, in scarlet silk pyjamas, was sitting up, smoking. He slid a gold case across the glass-topped bed-table, and Alfred took a cigarette.
One thing that worried Alfred in working with Schellenberg was Schellenberg himself. There was no doubt that he was a clever diplomat, a master of deception, a man with a brilliant mind. But those arts, airs and graces would not help much when you found yourself at the wrong end of a Luger.
He was flabby; soft through good living that he had never been without. He looked as though he had never missed a meal in his life. Alfred knew through experience that such men do not make the best companions when bullets are flying. Still, he was the boss, and he had to admit that up to its rather puzzling present, the Venlo job had been carried out superbly. But no violence had been involved. Anyway, with the plan as it stood, Schellenberg would be the first to escape. Unless he panicked, he would be all right. But, I bet, he thought sourly, I bet something goes wrong.
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He (Naujocks) dressed untidily, and splashed cold water on his face. Two minutes later he was tapping at the door of ex-student Schellenberg on the floor below, and walked in to find the man in bed. It was unfair, and Alfred looked as if he thought it was.
Schellenberg, in scarlet silk pyjamas, was sitting up, smoking. He slid a gold case across the glass-topped bed-table, and Alfred took a cigarette.
One thing that worried Alfred in working with Schellenberg was Schellenberg himself. There was no doubt that he was a clever diplomat, a master of deception, a man with a brilliant mind. But those arts, airs and graces would not help much when you found yourself at the wrong end of a Luger.
He was flabby; soft through good living that he had never been without. He looked as though he had never missed a meal in his life. Alfred knew through experience that such men do not make the best companions when bullets are flying. Still, he was the boss, and he had to admit that up to its rather puzzling present, the Venlo job had been carried out superbly. But no violence had been involved. Anyway, with the plan as it stood, Schellenberg would be the first to escape. Unless he panicked, he would be all right. But, I bet, he thought sourly, I bet something goes wrong.
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OMG! Красная шелковая пижама
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