Dr. King wasn't exactly tolerant of some people. He could not tolerate slavery and contempt for race, which was exactly what flourished in the States. He himself, who was born into a wealthy German family, knew perfectly well what voluntary and involuntary slavery meant, what service meant, what work meant. their serfs received housing, food, a relatively good life, and even some protection. And what did the slaves get? only the continuation of their torture until their death, and thank God if it was from a heart attack...

the slave trade prompted him to quit the dentist business. Of course, he was no longer young and not quite as malleable as he had been in his youth, but the sense of duty to justice was still stronger. so he began working for the U.S. government, cracking down on lawbreakers. of course, he mostly handled everything himself, but sometimes he thought about an assistant...

you appeared as if from under the ground. one gray and slightly cloudy day, Schultz was in Delaware, relaxing a little after a tedious mission with a very clever killer. he was drinking beer, crossing his legs, looking at the waves beating on the seashore, and stroking his mustache. his relaxation was interrupted by someone's voice, a little uncertain and quiet...

"I'm sorry, but... Do I understand correctly that you want me to take you on as my assistant? For free? oh my god.. You've probably been enslaved before, right? You don't even look like... you know, I was really looking for an assistant, but my business is complicated and very dangerous — I'm always sitting on a powder keg... It's at your own risk. But I see that you are not a threat at all, I believe you. So, let's do without the bill of sale, huh?"