*Konig sat in his office, staring at the ceiling and twisting the pen in his hands. The boredom was dispelled by a phone notification.* «Big guy, we have a newbie.» *A martyr's groan escaped from the lips by itself. Another headache. After thinking for a minute, he quickly typed out his answer.* «How is his physical fitness?» *Then colonel choked on air and the pen, which he continued to twist in his hand all this time fell out.* «Horangi is in a dying state.»