Battle of the Rhine

Michael "gets his wish" suspended.He fought with "Davasili" in the office, and finally both of them entered the hospital.Judging from the results given by the doctor, Michael thought that he must have taught the real Nazi "a lesson." "I don't care," he said with a bandage around his neck, "fuck it, just bully me, I will never Allow him to mess with you—nobody! Not even God—”

"Idiot," Quincy dabbed the ointment on Michael's cheek, "it's not necessary at all...it won't do you any good."

"If I'm fired, you have to support me, my lord the king." Michael grinned deliberately, pretending to be in unbearable pain, and Quincy patted his chin lightly, "Stupid, anyway, it's spread all over the company Well, I don't think I can stay any longer. The resignation report is finished, and I'll resign next week. I'll be a vagrant too, and my pension will be in vain—we'll probably go to the countryside to pick hazelnuts."

"Don't we still have some savings?"

"It's all in the stock market."

"Isn't it? You didn't keep any Finny?"

"Yes, the family is out of cash. We can't even support Arden without a job. Poor Arden, he is an old dog. In order for him to live in his old age, please go out and ask Neighbor borrowing money, now, now, now—"

"Okay," Michael murmured, leaning over and rubbing the big dog at his feet, "It's a good thing we don't have kids, otherwise... oh, I suddenly remembered, at least I have a driver's license. I can drive a taxi to support you Don't worry, honey," he grinned at Quincy, "I drive twelve hours a day! I can make a lot of money!"

"Fuck you." Quincy's quiet blue eyes stared at Michael, "You stay at home and you're not allowed to go anywhere." He rubbed the bandage around Michael's neck with his fingertips, "Isn't it pain?"

"That psychopath almost strangled me." Michael stuck out his tongue, "That counterfeit Davahiri is a hundred times more vicious than the real thing. There used to be rumors that he killed tens of thousands of Jews. I don't believe it, but now I believe it." Well, Schwarberg is the scariest villain I've ever met in my life—there are villains everywhere, but not so utterly insane. You should have told me earlier, so I could have come to your rescue sooner."

Quincy hesitated for a moment, "Schwarberg..."

"What's the matter? I know he abused you, you can say it, don't hold it in your heart. "

"He is a skeleton master."

"What?" Michael was shocked, "Really?"

Quincy nodded, "I don't think he was lying when he told me. As a member of the Skeleton Division, he is very proud of it. He said, if I hadn't...'hiding' until 1944, I would at least have been Elected into the SS. He seems to be quite obsessed with the 'Fountain of Life' project. Have you heard of that project? It was a very evil and anti-scientific project to treat people as animals and create so-called 'pure Aryans' Man'... Schwarberg's paranoia that I'm 'pure' is just ridiculous. My grandmother is from Sweden, which is why our kids have blonde hair. Turns out this hair is in his eyes But it is proof of 'pure breed', and there is nothing more absurd than this in the world."

Over time, Quincy's hair has gradually turned a light blonde, still slightly curled.Michael couldn't help inserting his fingers into the fluffy blond hair in front of him, "It's so beautiful," he admired, "The sun must love you very much, so he gave you this color of hair."

"Nonsense," Quincy pursed his lips and smiled, "Anyway, I told him that I'm not a 'pure' Aryan. My grandma is Swedish, and our blood has long been not 'pure' He got pissed off and said I was lying for being ashamed of my pedigree, definitely called—called—Yanks,” he paused, “brainwashed. Well, I thought, old Mike He probably never took biology, what does he know..."

"I've studied biology!" Michael yelled. "I know the fuck who Darwin is!"

"Okay, I was wrong. Sorry." Quincy kissed Michael, who was pretending to be angry. "Don't be angry, I thought you only believed that the earth was created by God-forget it, anyway, Schwarberg is a A real Nazi, it's a miracle he made it back to Germany alive. I guess he has his uniform in his closet." He rubbed his nose. You know, in that era, young people were prone to political fanaticism, and he was a particularly sensitive type."

"I don't want to analyze whether he is too sensitive," Michael snorted, "he took you to Switzerland, didn't he?"

"Yes," Quincy's eyes twinkled, "but—"

"Sergey told me that you've been listless and listless since you came back from Switzerland." Michael held Quincy's hands, "Did he—"

Quincy gaped, and suddenly flushed.After a long while, he lowered his head and spoke again stammeringly, "I...maybe I thought too much, Mike, really, he might not have meant that...so I didn't tell you, I'm afraid that when you get excited, your blood pressure..."

"What's the matter?" Michael felt the veins throbbing on his forehead, "Did that bastard—"

"I'm getting old, so there's nothing like that." Quincy said helplessly, "Look, if Mr. Sergey hadn't said it, I wouldn't have wanted to mention it at all. He took me to a meeting, it's nothing , Don’t I often go to meetings? It’s just that I was in a hurry in Switzerland that time, and I didn’t bring a formal suit. He suddenly called me over in the afternoon, and I didn’t have time to go home... When I arrived in Switzerland, I couldn’t wear work clothes to attend the meeting. I was going to go shopping for a suit, but Schwarberg called me into his room and gave me...well, a suit."

"Clothes." Michael frowned, "He, you mean, he bought you a formal suit?"

"Yes." Quincy's speech slowed down, "That suit is pretty good, and the price is not cheap. I don't want to accept his gift, so I'm going to give him a discount. He doesn't want it, and forces me to change it for him on the spot." have a look'--"

"Fuck!" Michael raged, "I should have punched him more, that bitch! He, he—"

"I didn't change it," Quincy pressed Michael, "don't worry, I found an excuse to slip away. I went to a meeting early the next morning, and before the meeting, he suddenly entered my room. I was fully dressed by then, and he ..."

"What did he do?"

"He asked me, why don't you put on your socks?"

Quincy lowered his eyes. "Those socks are weird, Mike. I just don't think they are right. It's not going to see the Queen of England. There is no need to wear suspenders. He asked me to take off the socks and replace them with the ones he gave me. That pair. I turned it down...but it was so weird, I thought about it for a long time. Maybe I thought too bad of him? He really has no reason..."

"He's a pervert." Michael gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know what a garter was, it certainly wasn't a good thing. "You resign! It's no big deal, I'll go to consult how to apply for a taxi driver's license."

"Fool," Quincy sighed softly, "I'm lying to you. I have money. We won't starve to death. Stay with Arden, and I'll take care of it at the company."