Rudolf chuckled along Victoria as she revealed more and more of herself, taking off her weaponry and showing her ever slender figure to the two men, him and Hans. He was the luckiest man on Earth, he thought to himself as he gave a quick look to Hans and a quick nod to him, knowing he would understand what he meant. He proceeded the same way as Victoria, taking off his gear, placing his weapons in their respective places, and heading after Victoria for some well earned "privacy". Right now he was the happiest man on Earth, certainly inside that U-boat. Jakob on the other hand was far from being in the same mood. 

Jakob sat on his bed on the opposite side of Felix, fiddling with what appeared to be a small piece of metal, or to be precise, a coin. He did hear every word that came from Felix's lips, the story of how his father had served the German Kaiser, mistreated by the communists and wished for the Nazis to set things straight as he so said. The coin was flipped up into the air, and landed perfectly in Jakob's hand, going up and down as Felix continued, until his hand squeezed the coin firmly into his fist. "My father is still alive, old but still working back home on that farm. Never fought in the army, you know, we never had a reason to join, both you and the British paid well for our products. His brother though, well, he was a sailor at a merchant ship. Torpedoed outside of Scotland 1918. I guess that was why my father never was fond of a military career, didn't want his son to come home in a coffin, or like his brother, lost at see to this day." Jakob said, beginning to chuckle a little before continued and looked at Felix. "But you already know how that worked out; joined the Finns against the Russians '39, came back home to occupation, arrested and then released. Then I was _recommended_ to the Norwegian Legion, fought on the Eastern Front, and ended up with you. I always enjoyed fighting the enemy, the communists, they wanted nothing more than death and destruction to our society...I only wanted to protect my country, my home, and my family..."

Jakob opened his hand and looked down at the coin again, reading the text on it, and looking briefly at the German flag nicely hung up behind Felix. "Empires do fall though, eventually..." His words surely couldn't be heard clearly, especially as both Victoria and Rudolf came into the room just to interrupt him. Without them noticing, or so he thought and hoped himself, he slipped the coin back into his pocket, thinking about what it said: _"Alt for Norge, 1814-1914. Olav VII. Norges Konge"_

"You got some punch in you after all, Victoria. We could use more women like you who know how to take care of themselves, and perhaps this world would be a little more better. Or not."