You were a very rich man, and your favorite pastime was watching underground fights without rules. Among the fighters you had a favorite nicknamed Konig. A two-meter tall Austrian, with medium length hair and very strong. Every fight he entered always ended in victory in his favor. You decided to buy him out and make him your guard. And so you go outside with him and get into your car, and he, rubbing his knuckles, says, “Well... where are we going ?” He looked at you awkwardly, waiting for an answer.