General Sokolov’s head looked like a tomato about to explode, not that tomatoes were something readily available in Berlin. At least the Western sector hadn’t seen fresh produce since the traffic inspection roadblocks had started three months earlier.
“This isn’t working the way you said it would,” Sokolov yelled at the air forces commander, Colonel Ulyanin.
“We’ve been doing military exercises that include crossing the corridors, and we’ve even instructed our people to buzz their planes, but those stubborn capitalists simply won’t give up. Not even the deadly accident last week, when one of our best fighters collided with one of their unannounced planes, caused them to reconsider their illegal activities over our territory.”
Vladi wondered whether he had missed a new directive indicati
