It seemed to Marina that she had foreseen everything. She completely forgot that she left the house at home, and when she was stopped by the patrol, she remembered with horror. A polished and ironed, young German lieutenant informed her that she was being taken to the commandant's office and there they would decide what to do with it. Marina's handbag, lipstick, lay a rolled-up tube with a cipher, which she had to pass to the flower girl in the square. Marina all over her body, physically felt the horror that gripped her, when, accompanied by a patrol, she walked down the street to the gloomy building of the commandant's office. She was tormented by the thought of how to throw lipstick out of her purse. She made a cough and, along with a handkerchief, pulled lipstick out of her purse. As if blowing her nose, she tried imperceptibly to throw her aside. She did not succeed in this, and the lieutenant ordered one of the soldiers to lift lipstick, after which he took the bag from Marina and ordered her to go on. Marina's legs became wadded and buckled. She smiled awkwardly and walked, staggering for the officer.

When they entered the commandant’s office building, the young officer gave Marina to the duty officer and reported something in German for a long time. After that, he gave the attendant a handbag, saluted, and, turning beautifully on his heels, withdrew. Marina was escorted to a bureaucratic room, furnished with pre-copulation times, a creepy-looking furniture in the form of a table with a chair and benches against the wall. Feldwebel, who accompanied Marina, ordered her to sit on a bench and wait. Marina sat down and began to look at the walls painted with oil paint in blue.

She waited for more than an hour, and, after suffering excitement, fell asleep. She was awakened by the noise of the opening door. A tall officer, accompanied by a woman in a black SS uniform, entered the office. She could not distinguish the title, since she did not understand the signs of distinction. Nor did she understand German.

The officer sat down at the table and, putting his elbows on the tabletop, looked intently through his glasses at Marina.

He said something in German, and the girl immediately translated. She was a translator. The questions were mostly personal. Marina answered them timidly at first, then more confidently. The officer (he turned out to be a major), spoke to her in a quiet calm voice, began to ask about her school years and about her family. Marina was somewhat reassured, and she decided that she would quickly be sorted out and released, and even began to smile. The conversation with the major lasted about twenty minutes. After which he said a few phrases to the translator in German and left.

Left, the translator spoke to Marina:

“Mister Major is sure that such a beautiful girl like you cannot be an enemy of the German nation,” she said.

“But Mr. Commandant considers it necessary to show you what happens to the violators of the order established by the German administration,” the translator continued.

- My name is Martha, and you are really beautiful.

- Thanks to Frau Martha - Marina spoke up.

- And you are very beautiful.

Here Marina lied, Martha could be called attractive, but not as beautiful. She had a beautiful figure, beautiful long legs, but her face was rather rough. Martha smiled wickedly, walked over to Marina, patted her cheek and told to follow her.

They walked along the corridor to the stairs and descended into the basement. They walked along a long corridor lit by a dim bulb. On the sides were the doors resembling the doors of prison cells. They walked to the end of the corridor, and Martha led Marina into the room, from which there was an exit to another room. In the room were several naked women holding their hands behind their heads. Marina did not have time to count and examine them, since Martha somewhat roughly pushed her through the next door. They were in the room, as well as the presenter painted in a nasty brown color and without windows. At the entrance to the room stood a table and a chair.In the middle of the room there was a wide, long bench, with slots in the middle and with incomprehensible holes at the beginning and at the end, as well as with rings attached to one pair of legs at the floor level. A beam was attached to the ceiling, from which a rope hung on the blocks, fixed to a ring fitted into the wall. In one corner stood a stool, on which stood a bucket of water, and a mug lay. In another corner there was a tub with sticks of birch sticking out of it. Opposite one door was another, but it was closed. From the left of the entrance, there were two narrow and high cabinets near the wall. Marina at first took them for a cabinet for undressing, but she was confused by the presence of a barred window on the door. After a few minutes, she realized what these cabinets are for. Martha pushed Marina to one of the cabinets and asked to remove her shoes. Marina instantly performed, and just in case, devotedly looked into the eyes of the translator. Martha carefully spotted Marina’s bare legs and smiled, picked up her shoes from the floor and, holding them to her face with the inside, breathed deeply into her nose. She smiled again and, opening the closet door, asked Marina to enter it. After that, Martha slammed the door and left the room, taking the Marinina shoes with her.

Marina was in the closet for about twenty minutes. During this time, she, through the lattice, managed to examine the room in more detail. In addition to everything he had seen, he noticed that a hanger was nailed on the wall far from it, on which a lot of whips, rubber truncheons and wooden sticks hung. This plunged Marina into a state of fear. She froze and waited, what will happen next.

After some time, the second door opened and a lame, bald man, tall, with a contorted face and a guy of a Dyachkov look with unwashed, long hair, entered the room. The young man went to the closet, where Marina was, and opened the door. After that, smiling idiotically and exposing carious teeth, he examined the captive from head to toe and “screamed” with a nasty laugh. From this Marina became very uncomfortable. Then he took a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of his dressing gown, raised his hands up to Marinin, and, securing the handcuffs to the ring on the cabinet lid, clicked them on the wrists of the frightened girl. The young man slammed the door and went into the room where Marina saw naked women. A few minutes later, Marta and the young man came into the room, dragging a full woman of about forty behind her. The woman rested and Martha turned to the bald ... "Basil, we lose time!" After which the lame quickly went up to the woman, and, hitting her in the stomach, dragged her hair to the bench.

Basil ordered the woman to lie on the bench belly. He brought from the small box, which stood near the wall under the hanger with lashes two boards, with two semi-openings, into which he placed the bare legs of the woman. Then, a young man from the same box, brought two rods with thread and two “lamb” nuts with handles, with the help of all this they fixed the boards with the legs of a woman fixed between them, like the headboard. The bare feet of the woman were covered in mud from walking barefoot on the floor. Vasily looked at the feet of the victim, then at Martha and turned to the young man ... "Alexey, bring your feet in order." The young man instantly brought a basin of water and a sponge from the next room. He began to thoroughly wash the dirt off the woman’s feet. Vasily took out two boards with one slot for the neck, two rods and two “lamb” from the same box and fixed the head of the woman, just like the legs. He strapped his hands with bracelets to the rings at the base of the legs at the head of the head. At this time, Martha took out a piece of paper from the brought folder and began to read.

- Frau Alexandra, you lost your ausways, which seriously violated the established order. You will be seriously punished by body and weekly imprisonment in a cell.

- I accidentally, Frau Marta - whined Alexander, trying to turn her head to the German.

- I will work, do not punish - the woman continued to whine.

- Of course you will work - Martha grinned

- Vasily start - commanded a German.

Marina watched everything happening through the window in the door. Hands, fastened ...