Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170113003748/@comment-9075949-20170414160559

Dragomir's train stopped at Warsaw Central. He stepped out, dressed in his coat and with his suitcase in his hand, he finished his cigarette, dropped it, and put it out with his boot. He was supposed to be picked up by someone at the station, and as such he sat down on a bench and put his hands in his coat. Near immediately he was approached by a Ordnungspolizei officer.

"Dokumente bitte." The soldier asked, holding his Kar98 slung over his shoulder. Dragomir pulled out his documentation from his inside coat pocket, accidentally nearly pulling out one of his extra mags for his Vis pistol. The man looked over the documents, and noticed the large Fraktur writing at the top saying Volksdeutsche. His facial expression, from a grim and bored, turned into a slight grin. He closed the booklet, and passed it back to Dragomir.

"Danke, Schönen Tag." the man walked off. If only he knew the documents are very expertly faked. Dragomir smirked, and put the papers away. Thankfully, he learned German in school, so he was able to back his Volksdeutsche facade up. He continued awaiting for his contact.

(Also, just in case you didn't know, Warsaw wasn't destroyed, like, at all, it obviously took some damage when they took it over in 1939, but only in 1944 it was bombed after the Warsaw Uprising.)