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Гуглил, гуглил и догуглился: нашел вот такой вот псевдоисторический фанфик про пре-НДН события.
Под катом - выдержка из данного опуса на английском, себе на долгую память

Прекрасное далеко. Далеко от реальности

Two days after he wrote this letter, Commander Ernst wrote another, less formal but much more characteristic of the man, to his friend Edmund Heines, district leader of the SA in Breslau, a notorious anti-Semite, whose name has become a synonym for cruelty and terrorism throughout the German speaking world. This document is taken from Dr. Branting’s White Book. The letter was written after Rohm had gone to Hitler to warn him of the danger of ignoring the needs of the mass of his followers. Both sides were ready to strike a decisive blow. The letter follows:

“June 5, 1934

“Dear E.,

“The chief has been to see HIM at last. Long conference. The chief tells me it lasted till late in the morning. HE, as usual on such occasions, cried like a baby and earnestly besought the chief to believe that he would a hundred times rather see him at the head of the army than some old codger from the Neudeck Society for the Aged. But Röhm must see, he argued, that this was impossible. The difficulties, international complications, the meeting in Venice and more of that sort. You know his line. You will see the Chief himself shortly and he’ll tell you the rest. The end of the conference was a mutual promise to do nothing for the present, to wait for the old man to kick the bucket, they would see.

“That means we’ll have to take the matter into our own hands. It’s clear as sh – that if we wait for that perfidious Egyptian [Hitler’s personal representative, Hess, who was born in Egypt] to unite Gimpty [Göbbels the lame one] and the clotheshorse [Göring] against us, we go to the dogs. We must act and beat these fellows to it. Hermann means business. He can’t stand the lame one’s guts but against us he joins hand with the Black One [Reichsleader of the Black SS troops, Himmler]!

“We’ll light a fire under his behind. I want to settle accounts with Gimpty in person. Too bad that R. stopped me that time. I wanted to bash his head in, you remember, when he made that dirty crack about my marriage.

“I mentioned your letter to the chief. You know I haven’t much use for talk and writing. He agrees with you that we must be ready for anything. Gimpty is capable of anything. The chief has his material in safety. After talking it over with him I signed the statement about the February affair that M. wrote under his direction. It is in safe hands. If anything happens to me, the thing will go off. To be doubly sure I am sending you a signed copy. Take good care of it. You should find a safe place for your things. Read it over. It’s our best bet if everything else fails. Maybe it will help. Maybe not. When it conies to writing, Gimpty has us beat. Our strength lies in another direction and that’s the way we’ll have to go.

“But this time you’ll have to go through with it. I have a plan that’s got anything Gimpty can do beat to a standstill. But you must hold your horses till the thing goes off. It’s Gimpty we have to get – that’s my idea. The chief is after Hermann’s skin. We can get them both. But first we’ll have to separate them from HIM. If he goes with us the rest is easy. Fi. will tell you more about my plan. You can trust him blindly. Too bad I can’t be with you when you drink on it. I am with the chief all the way but Gimpty belongs to me after he’s had his licking. I haven’t forgotten the way that dog got me into trouble and then made fun of me for it.

“The chief thinks we should lay low till after the party convention. He’s been told the old man is likely to live another ten years. I don’t believe it. But the others agree with him so I’ll have to go along. But after the convention they’ll have to go ahead. I’m taking my vacation next month. I’ve promised to go away with her. Send me a copy of your material through Fi. Don’t put that off. Be careful with Sch. There is all kinds of talk. Don’t be seen with him too often. The chief says he spoke to you about that.

“Get things out of the way. Our friend in the Albrechtstrasse [secret police] tells me that the Black One plans to look into our affairs one of these days. Let him come to me. I’ll have a nice surprise for him.

"My best, old man.
"Your, Karlos.”
Вот, сижу, жалею, что не я это придумал, и думаю, что Карлос - как раз в боливийском духе компашки кличка.
Флаффный фанфик написал Dr. Branting, просто бальзам на сердце))