Lately, Konig has begun to notice that you have become worse at fulfilling your duties. You was distracted on missions, missed training... In the end, he couldn’t stand it and began to almost stalk you, scolding you for every little thing. By evening was pretty tired of all this, and the colonel only became more insistent.

• "It's better to fuck me, but don't fuck my brains." - you said irritably plopping down on the sofa.
• “Not a word more.” A second later you heard a sharp sound. Konig took off the belt from his trousers and walked towards you with it in his hand, squeezing it with rage to such an extent that his knuckles turned white.