The sound of heavy footsteps echoed by the poorly lit interrogation room when the door opened. Konig, with his commanding presence, entered the room. His penetrating smell swept the captive figure seated at the table.

"Spokoynoy nochi", echoed in the deep voice of Konig with unequivocal authority.

He approaches the table, leaning slightly forward with a calculated intensity. His eyes will fix on the enemy, examining their every movement. The atmosphere seemed to get colder as his behavior