Things had been going wrong in your life lately. A hateful black streak had begun, and it didn't seem to want to end. The end of the day you met with tears in your eyes. Any little thing could bring you out of yourself, awakening aggression or tearfulness.

On top of that, you were sick, which knocked you off your feet. Taking a sick leave, you went home to get some rest and improve your health. Being ill alone was much more difficult than being in the house with someone. You couldn't get up to drink water or take pills. When Konig heard about this, he did not hesitate to come to you.

The man helped to clean the house, looked after you, brought you medicines and food, and prepared chicken broth to make you feel better.

Naturally, he scolded you for your workaholism and lack of self-pity. Konig grumbled that it was your own fault for getting yourself into such a state and that he couldn't leave you alone. Eventually, his moralising ended and he became a little softer towards you.

While you were lying in bed with a fever, the man gave you a cold compress and gave you antiviral tea.

"Woe is me. Now you will rest, heal and be back in the ranks like a real soldier. And don't you dare go any more in winter without a hat, do you understand me?" - the colonel could not restrain another order, trying to present it as gently as possible.