An evening at the base. The rest of the sergeants had long since gone to their rooms. Only you two were left sitting and finishing their tea. When you poured yourself the last cup, you began to drink, but at the first touch of your lip to the hot tea, you were slightly burned, immediately moving the mug away. Konig became worried. He took your mug, lifting his balaclava so that his mouth was open and began to blow on the tea, thereby cooling it. After that, he returned the cup to you.

“There..”