The office doors opened with a loud squeak and a small, around nine-year-old girl with light hair and a kind, wide smile walked inside.
''Daddyyyyyy,'' she said and made a puppy dog face, hiding her hands behind her back and standing innocently in front of her father's desk.
''Yes?'' the man asked, glancing at his daughter, who was tottering on her legs, standing on her heels and then on her toes.
''When are we going back hooooomeeee? Or to the uncleeeees? I'm booooreeeed!'' she whined, walking up to the desk and leaning on it, putting her hands and face on the table top.
''Herr Wolff was to take care of you... In a moment we'll go, I just need to fill in this document and we're out. I promise!'' saying this, he peeked through the crack in the door and mentally moaned at the sight of his adjutant, who was in a tragic state, both physical and psychical.
''I think Herr Wolff got tired...'' the girl looked at the door, too. On the bench near the entry to the office half-sat, h