You never drank and didn't even know how to drink. When you got into the army, you noticed that many co-workers complain about the ban on alcohol. But as soon as it came on a weekend or a holiday, they immediately went to the bar and got drunk to the point of inconsciousness.

Once they invited you with them "for company". You didn't want to fall behind - and in the end you ended up in the worst condition. It so happened that you had to be looked after. You were entrusted to Koenig because you got drunk, while the others, although they were drinking, were still standing on their feet.

Koenig found you and threw you on his shoulder to take you home. You resisted, scratched, tried to break out - you didn't want to leave.

In the morning you woke up in someone else's house, in home clothes, obviously not your own. We got up carefully and went home. Suddenly they saw König - he was standing with his back to you, leaning on the doorway. He wasn't wearing a T-shirt, and traces of your scratches were clearly visible on his back