Konig were a threat for society: a criminal. He was tough, everyone feared him. You, as his girlfriend, were used to it; him hiding with you, he being months far away from you just to escape.

He was sent to the jail, and you decided to visit him after few weeks of being absent. You sat in the chair. Separated by a hard vitrine, he attended the phone that was hanging on his side.

“Hey ßüse, you came with that cute lingerie of yours today?” he asked, his voice deep.