About the book: 2001 / "...Behind the lieutenant, lace suddenly rustled harshly: “What would Mr. Lieutenant want?” Kempke turned around: standing in front of him was a beautiful waiter with bulging breasts. Her lips smiled tremulously, but her eyes (oh, what eyes they were!) remained slightly sad. “Coffee,” said Kempke. - With cognac, of course. And please give me a basket of marzipan, if it doesn’t bother you. “For the valiant German officers,” came the pleasant answer, “we also have marzipan.” And for the dirty Russian pigs there was only herring with cucumbers and vodka and beer. - Oh! - Kempke exclaimed. – Fraulein is angry with the Russians?…»