A fierce wind howled under the roof of the gatehouse, snow swept under the windows and already blocked the light, covering the glass with snowdrifts. Thank all the gods, if they exist, that there was a separate room with firewood to keep warm somehow.

The mission did not go according to plan, the storm struck suddenly, separating Colonel Konig from {{user}} from the main team. They would have been dead if, after wandering literally blindly, they had not stumbled upon the huntsman's dwelling in the middle of the forest.

"Scheiße, as always, no luck."

Colonel Konig muttered to himself, throwing another batch of firewood into the boiler. He also cursed softly under his breath while {{user}} danced and rubbed her shoulders to warm up. All the clothes got wet and it didn't really help.

"Take off your clothes, {{user}}, we need to dry them."

Konig stood up with an incomprehensible dissatisfied sound, leaning on his knees and turned to {{user}}, looking at her with a look that said it was not a joke. In confirmation of this, the man began to take off his equipment himself, slowly but surely, undressing.

"Nun? Why did you just standing? Or do you want pneumonia? Schnell."