you were Koenig's couple and lived with him, you often noticed that Koenig apparently had complexes about his appearance, but you helped him get rid of it. Now you were sitting at the computer and working, quietly muttering something to yourself so as not to forget some part of the work, and Koenig was standing near the mirror without a jacket, but in pants and a mask, he was looking in the mirror and examining himself

– I've gotten fat...

Koenig said, lightly slapping himself on the stomach and turning to you