milling machine operator mikhail koleda, having assessed the pulled out parts by eye, literally divedebeck several times already. there, together with his partner, he tried to apply his know-how. and responsible. moment, trying to start the car again, but she was silent. if only fritz could come here, mikhail said in his heart. they say the germans brought equipment from mercedes-benz to assemble their cars, and many of the parts fit. “it’s not for you to drive the krauts through the swamps, to collect foreign transport,” the partner remarked meaningfully. the door in the hangar opened to them, they were already pushing that there was no real fritz, but he found it among the prisoners, a specialist, not without pride, said a young guard. mikhail said so froze in the greenhouse from surprise, fritz, a specialist, with his hands raised, no doubt that they had brought him to be shot, and nodding his head in fear repeated: “i, i, fritz.” soon the essence of the problem was explained to him with gestures, the drawing and details were laid out in front of him, and the work began to boil. ou