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felt him hardening under her. She stood, wrapped herself in the gown again and knotted the belt. She leaned in the doorway.
    'Am I seeing you tonight?'
    'If they let me go,' he said, shifting in his seat, his erection troubling him.
    'Didn't they ask how come a Swabian farmboy speaks so many languages?'
    'Yes, they did, as a matter of fact.'
    'And you had to give them a guided tour of all your lovers.'
    'Something like that.'
    'French from Michelle.'
    'That was French was it?'
    'Portuguese from that Brazilian girl. What was her name?'
    'Susana. Susana Lopes,' he said. 'What happened to her?'
    'She had friends. They got her out to Portugal. She wouldn't have lasted long in Berlin with that dark skin,' said Eva. 'And Sally Parker. Sally taught you English, didn't she?'
    'And poker and how to swing.'
    'Who was the Russian?' asked Eva.
    'I don't speak Russian.'
    'Olga?'
    'We only got as far as
da.'
    'Yes,' said Eva, '
niet
wasn't in her vocabulary.'
    They laughed. Eva leaned over him and tilted the lampshade back up.
    'I've been too successful,' said Felsen, failing to look sorry for himself, trickling more brandy into his cup.
    'With women?'
    'No, no. Drawing attention to myself ... all this entertaining I do.'
    'We've had some good times,' said Eva.
    Felsen stared into the carpet.
    'What did you say?' he asked suddenly, looking up at her, surprised.
    'Nothing,' she said, leaning over him to stub her cigarette out. He breathed her in. She stepped back. 'What are you playing tonight?'
    'Sally Parker's game. Poker.'
    'Where are you taking me with your winnings?'
    'I've been advised to lose.'
    'To show your gratitude.'
    'For a job I don't want.'
    Outside a car drifted through the slush down Kurfürstenstrasse.
    'There is one possibility,' she said.
    Felsen looked up, sun perhaps breaking through the cloud.
    'You could clean them out.'
    'I've thought of it,' he said, laughing.
    'It could be dangerous but...' she shrugged.
    'They wouldn't stick me in a KZ, not with what I'm doing for them.'
    'They stick anybody in a KZ these days ... believe me,' she said. 'These are the people who cut down the lime trees on Unter den Linden so that when we go to the Café Kranzler all we have are those eagles on pillars looking down on us. Unter den Augen they
should call it. If they can do that they can stick Klaus Felsen, Eva Brücke and Prince Otto von Bismarck in a KZ.'
    'If he was still alive.'
    'What do they care?'
    He stood and faced her, only a few inches taller but nearly three times wider. She put a slim white arm, the wrist a terminus of blue veins, across the door.
    'Take the advice you've been given,' she said. 'I was only joking.'
    He grabbed at her, his fingers slipping into the crack of her bottom which she did not like. He went to kiss her. She twisted and yanked his hand away from behind her. They manoeuvred around each other so that he could get himself out of the door.
    'I'll be back,' he said, without meaning it to sound a threat.
    'I'll come to your apartment when I've closed the club.'
    'It'll be late. You know what poker's like.'
    'Wake me if I'm sleeping.'
    He opened the door to the apartment and looked back down the corridor at her. Her dressing gown had been rucked open. Her knees, below the hem of her slip, looked tired. She seemed older than her thirty-five years. He closed the door, trotted down the stairs. At the bottom he rested his hand on the curl of the bannister and, in the weak light of the stairwell, had the sense of moorings being loosed.

    At a little after six o'clock Felsen was standing in his darkened flat looking out into the matt black of the Nürnbergerstrasse, smoking a cigarette behind his hand, listening to the wind and the sleet rattling the windowpane. A slit-eyed car came down the road, churning slush from its wheel-arches, but it wasn't a staff car and it continued past him into the Hohenzollerndamm.
    He smoked intensely thinking about Eva, how awkward that had been, how she'd needled him bringing