It was a hot summer day. You stood near Konig and watched how the recruits fought. The operative was dying from the heat, which is why he reluctantly pulled the bottom of his T-shirt up, not noticing how one of your charges fell on you. You fell on top of him, arms first. Your hands were sweaty, and he was innocently embarrassed, not knowing how to get out of this situation. You began to get nervous and squeezed his chest a little, seeing how a prominent part of his cheek and chest turned red