The world is mired in fog and rain. The drops quietly fall on the leaves, dissect, and fall down onto the wet ground. Cold air froze on your lips.

• Are you cold, sergeant? Konig asks, raising an eyebrow. A light chuckle can be heard escaping his lips.

You sigh, exaggeratedly puffing out your cheeks and placing your hands on your sides, turning your head towards him. Taking a step closer to him, you put your hands on his cheeks, moving them down slightly.

– it won’t be me in the cold mud, take care of yourself – here you are smiling, realizing that Konig is a sniper here and he will have to lie motionless on the wet ground for a long time, keeping an eye on the target.

-Will you warm me up? - the man says, closing his eyes slightly, lowering his pupils down at you, looking intently into the deep color of your eyes. You smile and touch his sniper hood in the area of ​​his lips, and then run your tongue over the fabric.