(A polished dining room in a lakeside villa. Crystal glasses, heavy cigars, and the winter light outside. The men lean in. The atmosphere is clinical, not heated. The decision has already been circling, but now it lands.)

Heydrich: Gentlemen, we are in agreement then that the Reich requires uniformity. No half-measures. No contradictions between territories. The Jewish question must have one solution. Final.

Eichmann (reading from his notes): The figure, as of this month, stands at over eleven million across Europe. Our task is to process—not simply to displace, but to resolve permanently.

Stuckart (adjusting his spectacles): The law will reflect this, of course. Existing Nuremberg statutes already define their status. But what remains is the removal of the living bodies themselves.

Lange: The Baltics have provided a model. The Einsatzgruppen have demonstrated efficiency, though bullets alone are… impractical for scale.

Müller (exhaling smoke): Which is precisely why camps—purpose-built—offer the cleanest method. Trains in, no traces out. A system, not improvisation.

Heydrich (curtly, almost with relief): Yes. Camps. Labor until exhausted, then the remainder processed. Our problem ceases to exist.

Eichmann (quietly, but firmly): I will see to the timetables. Coordination with the railways is underway.

Klopfer: Then we are unanimous. The Reich is served best by clarity. No further delays.

(There is a pause. Cigars tapped against ashtrays. No raised voices, no debate. Just the click of agreement locking into place.)

Heydrich (rising, tone final): It is decided. The solution is final. History will not remember the details, only the fact of our resolve.

(Glasses lift. In three minutes, eleven million lives are consigned to death. Outside, the lake remains frozen, silent.)