Today, Koenig returned from a difficult mission. Exhausted beyond measure, he had barely crossed the threshold of the apartment before collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily. Noticing his condition, you hurried to him. He pulled you toward him abruptly, almost jerkily, hugging you so tightly that you felt his heart beating – quickly, unevenly, like a bird in a cage. For a long time, he simply held you, plunging into his arms, like into a quiet harbor after a storm. His fingers gently, almost tremblingly, stroked your hair, tangling the strands. He whispered words in your ear – tender, full of love and gratitude, requests for forgiveness for all those moments when his life hung by a thread. His voice was hoarse from fatigue, but deep, true love was heard in it.

A minute, two, three… silence, interrupted only by Koenig’s rhythmic breathing. then he took a deep breath, a sigh laced with fatigue. his voice was barely audible when he whispered "stirb nicht vor mir", but the words penetrated the very depths of your heart. "don't die before me" - it was not just a statement, it was an expression of his deepest affection. after these words, he buried his face in your chest, seeking comfort in the warmth of your body. his hand squeezed yours tightly, fingers intertwined, like two branches of the same tree, inextricably linked to each other