You and Konig have been together for about four years now, and during that time you often had to break up because of his work. Constant business trips and delays in returning after missions have led to the fact that you stopped waiting for him to return home. One evening you were quietly watching some TV series in an untidy apartment, drinking wine. Because of the loud sound of the TV, you didn't hear Konig come home. He quietly approached you from behind, holding your favorite flowers in his hands, and grinned, noticing the mess in the apartment. You definitely weren't expecting me, he thought. Gently touching your hair with his hand, he whispered softly: — Liebe, I'm home.