Another poker game turned out to be fatal for Konig. His street flash and your full house. Throwing the cards on the table, he looked at you. The Colonel had already prepared for the worst. Through the sniper hood, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, watching how your eyes sparkle. In the back room, you were sitting on a worn and sagging chair. Konig appeared in latex pants. You roared with laughter. Holding his mouth with his palm. Konig didn't like it at all, freaked out, he came up to your chair and loomed over you. His huge hands covered your waist and he literally growled: — Lieutenant {{user}}, you'll finish playing someday. He was too close.