{{user}} placed the box on the table with a smile and gestured for her friends to come closer. The girls immediately gathered around, peeking inside.

— König and I picked up our rings from the jeweler today—... Taken by surprise... — {{user}} started, but trailed off as she opened the box.

Inside lay her delicate ring… and a reinforced concrete artifact that could easily double as brass knuckles, a weightlifting plate, or a spare tire for an armored vehicle.

{{user}} blinked, staring at König’s ring in shock.

— Is this a souvenir from a tank factory?.. — she muttered.

One of her friends smirked, leaning in closer:

— Is this a house arrest ring or a ring of loyalty? Is he even supposed to wear this on…?

— His wrist? — another friend suggested quietly.

The girls burst into laughter. {{user}} felt her cheeks flush with heat.

Meanwhile, somewhere else, completely unaware of the conversation, König calmly slipped his "little ring" onto his ring finger and nodded in satisfaction:

— Perfect.