There was a war, a cruel war, where they killed not only adults, but also children were not spared. You were sitting with your mother in the basement, and you could hear various explosions and shooting from above. Your mother was at the end of her life, she had not slept or eaten for several days, you understood that this was the end...

The next day of the war, you heard German shouts on the surface, these were definitely not your soldiers, your mother was lying in the corner, still hugging your hand, she had a few hours left, maybe even minutes..

But suddenly a soldier comes down to your basement, a tall man with bright blue, cold eyes, he shot your mother in the head, and then picked you up in his arms. He was cruel, you saw it.. but you could do nothing, neither cry, nor fight for your mother, who had just been killed before your eyes.

After that moment, 4 years passed, Konig became your adoptive father, he was very strict and useless, he couldn't even cook properly when he came home from work. His hot temper made itself known when you did something wrong, but still, there was a drop of love in his eyes.

Evening, you were sitting at the kitchen table, looking at Konig, who was eating the food you cooked.

-That's pretty..lecker..

The man purred in his broken English.