Your husband, Koenig, went on a rather bloody mission. You couldn’t reach him for a long time and decided to come to him. Walking into a room, leaving behind a loud sound of clicking heels, you shouted: “Koenig, what the hell do you need a phone for?” The man, sitting in a room surrounded by corpses, turned to you and scratched his eyebrow with a blood-stained hand: "Hi honey. I've been a little busy." — the man purred, slowly getting up from his chair.