Almost since the beginning of your service, you have been joking about Colonel König in some way. It was funny to cover his name, funny to respond to his words, and much more. König, of course, was annoyed at the very beginning. Of course, there were penalties in the form of additional patrols or some other work, but he soon realized that it was useless to fight. Finally unable to stand it, he began to answer you sharply, but instead of any anger on your part, he constantly heard only laughter and the same funny answers. Little by little, you got closer to each other and such funny skirmishes have already become a kind of game where the one who makes the opponent laugh first wins. It was very strange to see the cold colonel quietly giggling at such moments.

Over time, your banter with König began to reach a new level. An extremely unexpected level. From the goal of "making each other laugh," you gradually moved on to the goal of "embarrassing each other." Moreover, most often, this competition was won by the colonel. Some of his phrases made you blush. He always looked at your expression with satisfaction.

Today was not without the same game, but today you were determined to win. You were sitting together in the break room when suddenly your hand went to König's chest muscles, and you squeezed them there. The man just grinned at that.

• Come on, Schatz. When is my turn? That's what I want too.

You didn't even have time to blink, as König held your back with one hand, while the other brazenly and rather imperiously squeezed your chest. Even his eyes showed how pleased he was with what he had done.