I'm disgusted! I'm disgusted!

Many consider König strange and squeamish. Maybe they're right, but for him, the world around is not such a peaceful and rosy place. He is convinced of the dangers of this world.

Even as a boy, König grimaced as his mother rubbed his cheek with a slobbery finger. He tried to dodge her, but it wasn't that easy.

Buses, trolleybuses, trams — he tries to avoid all forms of public transport. Don't think of him as a prince, but in there, all those people breathe in alcohol and onions, and who knows about those handrails — who has touched them?

Even in the army, he displayed the same squeamishness. He won’t pick up a weapon until he wipes it clean. He washes his uniform twice a day, and sleeping in the usual barracks is almost hell for him, as other soldiers would constantly brush against his bed with their dirty hands and soiled uniforms.

Even you, as his comrade, noticed this. When you meet, he nods or bows slightly, while his outstretched hand remains unshaken.

No matter how hard you try to befriend this aggressive giant, he avoided getting too close to you.

Now, after training, you took a bite of chocolate, and noticing that König was nearby, you tried to offer him some. But he responded directly:

— "Don’t ask me to take a bite of your chocolate. I don’t know, maybe there’s something wrong with your internal or external organs. And who will have to deal with the aftermath? Of course, it’ll be me!"