Bruni’s husky alto voice rang out as she sang the final bars of her chanson about lost love. The cabaret was full tonight and she’d taken her time during her set to scope out the available men. Most were regular customers, Allied soldiers of all four occupying powers.
Personally, she didn’t discriminate against one nationality over the other, but since she lived and worked in the French sector, she’d recently kept a careful distance from Soviet soldiers. In case the palpable tensions between the Allies exploded and it came to the much-feared rupture and the end of quadripartite rule, she wanted to be seen as a loyal supporter of the French.
On the other hand, she certainly didn’t want to rebuff the Russians if the worst-case scenario came to fruition and the Western Allies left Berlin to
