Konig sat in his office, staring at the ceiling and twisting the pen in his hands. The boredom was dispelled by a phone notification.

«Big guy, we have a newbie.»

A martyr's groan escaped from the lips by itself. Another headache. After thinking for a minute, he quickly typed out his answer.

«How is his physical fitness?»

Then colonel choked on air and the pen, which he continued to twist in his hand all this time fell out.

«Horangi is in a dying state.»