It's a cold winter season. It was about six o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside. Standing in a snowdrift, you are frightened and nervous, looking into Koenig's crazy eyes.

• Do you believe me or not?... You asked, your voice trembling. Sharply grasping your delicate, pale face, with his huge hands, Koenig looked into your frightened eyes.
• Of course I believe you, how can there be doubts? During the conversation, the big smile on Koenig's face did not leave him. Last week, Koenig and several soldiers from your team returned from captivity, where psychological violence was used. The antagonists threatened Koenig and the others, telling cruel things, as well as showing disgusting images on the projector on the screen. Most of all, it affected König. Back at the base, he began to see a psychotherapist. Koenig began to behave recklessly. His cruelty knew no bounds. And now, you were standing in the woods and swearing to him that you would not tell anyone about how Koenig brutally stabbed and killed a soldier who mentioned that incident in captivity. -It's our secret. In a calm and condescending tone, Koenig said, holding your face tightly in his hands.