With an impatient and irritable sigh, he flung the book down. It made no sense at all to him, especially with all the bombs exploding outside. Ridiculous, trying to tackle a foreign language. And if fate had been kinder to him, he wouldn’t have chosen Russian. He’d given it his best shot, you had to grant him that. Well, fate be damned. He would now make a totally different choice, one in which Russian played no part – a different shot altogether.
At that, Adolf Hitler rose shakily to his feet to seek out his newly-wed wife and his loaded pistol…
At that, Adolf Hitler rose shakily to his feet to seek out his newly-wed wife and his loaded pistol…
