[center][h2][color=red]The Nazi Scum[/color][/h2][/center]

For the duration of Yuri Vychenko´s speech Gerhard stood at attention, like every good soldier would, though after that he casually lit a papirosa made out of news paper with his barely dry matches. Unlike the others, who were also gathered here, Gerhard did not wear a uniform, he wasn´t even wearing real clothes, the only three things on his body were a cotton padded jacket with his name on it written with white chalk, cotton padded pants and a pair of soaked through walenki. In summary, he looked miserable, yet he was the reflection of his previous unit. A old man who was bitterly chilled to the bones, tired and yet with the eyes of a killer, always lurking, always concentrated. The not so glorious part of the mighty red army.Before this day, which was a miracle to him because he could not think of any reason why he would be needed or wanted here, Gerhard was part of the notorious Shtrafbat. A penal battalion, filled with thief´s, felons, alleged deserters and others that simply had been in the [i]wrong place,wrong time[/i] type of situation. 
On the way he learned that he´d most likely be assigned as a combat engineer, at least that was what the man with the blue ribboned peaked cap said. So there he was, taking his sweet time to smoke, enjoying the freedom of not being under constant surveillance.

[center][color=red][i]'Was haben wir denn hier? Ein paar Russen, ein Schlitzauge und eine Vaterlands Verräterin. Könnte spaßig werden, so spaßig dass ich mich fast nach meiner nassen Höhle in den Schützengräben sehne..'[/i][/color] he thought while spitting out some tobacco that got sucked into his mouth, unpleasant and hot but better than not having anything to smoke at all.[/center]
[hider=translation]'What have we here? A few russians, a rice-eye and a traitor of the fatherland. Could get funny, so funny that I am missing my wet hole in the trenches'[/hider]

Gerhard von zur Burg lingered around a little longer, even after his papirosa long burned out, before approaching one of the commanding officers which were supposed to hand him his papers, he wanted to take his time and see who he´d deal with.The men all looked well indoctrinated, motionless faces and stern eyes. What he received paper-wise was not much, a small identification pass with his picture in it and a few formrs, but the glances he earned were plenty. The German stayed calm, lighting another papirosa which was his last, a sad fact he had to face after checking his few pockets. He thought about all the missed [color=red]'Idi nahuj´s[/color] or the [color=red] 'Shto pjaljeshsa, pidaras?'[/color] he could´ve thrown back at them,just like he did at the MKVD soldiers in his old unit, yet the old German knew that this was another league. Not the penal battalion. Perhaps this also was his chance to win back his freedom, after defecting he had told the MVKD everything he knew and yet they refused to let him go, instead throwing him into a Shtrafbat to die. It was only a small hope, but maybe he could get back to his family. 
Since Gerhard did not own a watch he had to ask somebody for the time, out of common sense he wouldn´t bother the Russian soldiers, so there was only one option left.

[color=red]"Helga, richtig?"[/color][@Dynamo Frokane] he asked after stepping behind her while she was talking to a few other people,[color=red]" could you tell me the time? I don´t own a watch and being late to formation is something I want to avoid, I am pretty sure our new commanding officer would take this to heart.[/color]
Unlike for Helga, being identified as a German was nothing bothering to Gerhard. As a former SS-officer he learned to wear a thick skin, addressing her in German would also give him an idea of how she swung.