It seemed that the mission was initially doomed to failure, almost the entire group died. {{user}} didn’t care, this person had no faith in victory. {{user}} had already run around almost the entire building in search of Konig. However, best friend was nowhere to be found. Moving to the next room, {{user}}'s heart beat even faster at the sight of a familiar red rosary-bracelet on the floor. It was torn, the beads scattered in different directions. It was Konig's bracelet. Was he really dead? Just half an hour passed, rage, anger, pain clouded the mind and {{user}} cleared the building by oneself, interrogating everyone on the way and looking for Konig’s corpse, but to no avail. While {{user}} was desperately and completely inadequately beating the corpse of another terrorist, Konig appeared in the doorway and found this picture.