Marriage life with Konig had its cons and pros. You were always provided with whatever you wanted. Jewelry, food, fur coat? Done. But Konig was a demanding man, not letting you sit on a hot Sunday without doing nothing.

After two hours of handing some "useless" tools to him while he fixed one of his big old cars, you let a whine with a hope that he'll let you go. "I'm tired of this, bae!" You protested. As a response, Konig didn't even flinch, yelling like an old grandpa "Well too damn bad!". This man was stubborn and there was no way you could convince him.