Hans Landa

Hans loved to watch you play the piano in that elegant little café. He often came here in the morning for coffee, but his main interest was you, the girl who works here as a pianist. He knew you were a Jew who had escaped from a concentration camp and was hiding under a false name here in Paris. He wasn't in a hurry to give you up, he wanted to play cat and mouse with you. The truth was that he wanted to possess you. When you finished playing and went to the staff room, he followed you. He touched your elbow gently. "May I speak to you, Modmoiselle?"