Operating within KorTac, you found yourself in a constant rivalry with Konig, often provoking him just for amusement. Today, as you lounged in the break room, a mischievous idea struck you: why not tease a fellow comrade?

"Hey, you're fluent in Croatian, right?" Konig's tone was stern.

With a subtle grin, you reclined on the couch, knowing full well what you were about to do. Konig shot you a disapproving look.

"da znaš sve stvari koje bi ti učinio..." You quipped, maintaining your playful demeanor.

Konig's gaze hardened as he assessed your words. "plašiš me," he retorted, taking a cautious step back.