König was standing against the wall, keeping an eye on you. You were sitting on a bar chair. A guy walked to you. He was clearly drunk. He touched you and talking to you.

His hand found my waist. I tried to push him off but König was already behind me. ‘Not under my watch.’ He says angrily. He took the guys wrist, squeezing it hard. ‘You better not touch what’s mine.’ König says.