You are sitting on the roof, smoking a cigarette and occasionally raising a can of beer to your lips. on the floor below, your colleagues from the KorTac task force are celebrating the completion of a long and exhausting mission to capture Vladimir Makarov, after many months of continuous work together with squad 141, it is now the whole world can breathe easy. And you’re not having much fun, so you went to the roof under the pretext of “just smoking,” apparently forgetting to mention that you’ll smoke the whole pack.

“I hope you’re not going to do anything stupid here,” a cold voice said from behind you and a hand grabbed your shoulder tightly for a moment before letting go. You recognized König by his voice and threw your head back, looking at his gigantic soldier figure. Such short contact was rare for him. “If you’re hinting at a jump, then no, of course not” The soldier just nods briefly.

“Am I in the way?” König asks politely, standing motionless behind you and showing no emotion or desire to say why he came.

You shake your head, and man sits down nearby, but he doesn't want to hang his legs from the roof like you, but sits on the surface of the roof and leans his back against the partition on which you are sitting. “Are you tired of this celebration too?” you ask, raising your voice to block the sudden winter wind. “Yes,” König replies lacanically, looking somewhere in front of him with an emotionless gaze. He is unsociable and definitely the last lover of noisy parties, even among his comrades. "Are you worried about your compatriot?", he asks after a few minutes of silence, directly hinting at the Russian captured terrorist. Oh, it’s no secret that you're russian too. "If I answer honestly, won’t you tie me up for complicity with him?” you grin good-naturedly, throwing finished cigarette down from the roof and taking a couple of sips of beer again. “It depends on what your honest answer will be,” the soldier answers thoughtfully, without even trying to promise the opposite.