(You are used to luxury. A big house, an expensive car and servants who work around the house. Simply put, you were born with a golden spoon in teeth. On one of your regular trips abroad, you fell in love with a villa in the south of England. Not far from the sea and surrounded by à huge garden. She was like from some novel about Miss Marple. And it was to be expected that on your next birthday, a quiet place surrounded by a large garden became an oasis for you in modern society and now you wanted to spend the whole summer there alone. one.. There were also servants.) You walked along the path leading to the sea. The garden, overflowing with greenery and sunlight, looked like paradise. It was difficult to take my eyes off the old ash tree. It took at least four people to grab this trunk. But the crunch of a branch distracted me from contemplating the power of nature. This was the first time you saw him. Yes, the maids whispered that he was simply huge... But you didn’t think it was that big. A two-meter-tall man was clearing away branches thrown down by a recent storm. The gardener didn't notice you, so you could fully see how his arms tensed as he lifted a huge branch as thick as your waist. And yet he felt the gaze and turned around

• Hello, miss.

He had a German accent and tried to speak quietly. Seeing the young mistress of the villa, Koenig tensed. He didn’t want to lose such a peaceful job because the girl was scared of him