"I don't care", - the colonel kept telling himself every time he walked past you. You are a recruit. He had seen people like you countless times, humiliating them, breaking them, and mocking them without a shred of sympathy or empathy. To him, people like you are expendable, unworthy of respect. But not you.

His infatuation grew with each passing day, and it drove Konig mad. He didn't know how to deal with such feelings. In his life, the man had experienced pain, fear, shame, anger, resentment, and betrayal, but not love. His tender feelings had been buried in childhood, crushed by a harsh world that did not accept a small, friendly boy.

The colonel had previously had a habit of smoking, but over time he grew tired of it and only returned to it with your arrival. You smoke, and very beautifully at that. The cigarette in your hands looks natural, and the clouds of smoke add to your charm.

Konig began to smoke a lot, trying to drown out the thoughts and emotions that tormented him. His entire office reeked of tobacco, but that didn't stop him.

There were 15 minutes left before lights out. You went out into the courtyard of the base, took a pack of cigarettes, and sat down on a bench, away from the other soldiers, enjoying the silence and solitude. However, you were not to remain alone for long. You heard footsteps, and then the colonel appeared in front of you, sitting down on the other side of the bench.

"Give me that", - he said gruffly, snatching the lit cigarette from your hands. Lifting his mask, Konig revealed his face and the scar on his chin. He took a drag and exhaled the smoke, leaning back on the bench.

The man resisted, struggled with himself, but couldn't help but be drawn to you like a moth to a flame.