After having settled his conversation with the President of the United States, Bruno found himself alone and once more without work… It was a dreadful thing for a man like him not to be busy with some important matter or another. And now he simply could not figure out how to rest.
However, just as he was about to crack open a bottle and pour himself another drink, Bruno's phone began to ring. At this hour, there were only a handful of people who would dare to call him—and they all knew better.
And yet, the phone rang nonetheless. Naturally, Bruno would not ignore this, and was quick to accept the cal, noticing immediately that the hasty voice on the line was a familiar one, both from history and his personal life, but the tone was far more haggard and grim.
"Bruno, my old friend… I need you in Berlin as quickly as you can come. Nothing more should be said, not until we've spoken in person."
