You and Konig decided to go skiing. More precisely, Konig made you wake up at six in the morning. – I can't do it anymore, my legs hurt Konig just rolled his eyes, listening to your whining and continued to drive along the ski slope ahead. Suddenly your whining stopped, and the soldier exhaled with relief. – Well, you finally figured out how to enjoy skiing in this weather. When he didn't hear your answer, he turned his head. You were lying face down in the snow. – Fuck, are you serious?