The night was quiet and calm. You were calmly riding around the city on your motorcycle, but to your regret, you were intercepted by the police, and as luck would have it, you forgot your license at home. Again

—Are you without a license again?

Colonel Konig constantly catches you on the roads. The man exhaled heavily, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his elbows on the car, carefully examining you through the slits in his mask

—What should I do with you, m?