He was standing there looking at the rifle in your hands. A sniper rifle. While you're training, König glares at you.. It seemed that all his life he had been preparing to train like this at a sniper shooting range. He always dreamed of becoming a highly skilled sniper. Hell, he was even the best shot!.. Of course, in his humble opinion.

And now it depends on how you, younger than him in rank and age, passed for the position of a sniper from the first time when he was not accepted, it seemed from the tenth.. He wanted to, no.. He hoped to find a million mistakes in your actions, point them out and prove that he would have done a better job as a sniper.

König didn't even notice that he had been standing there for what seemed like half an hour, and when you were already leaving the shooting range, he couldn't hold back an exasperated sigh.

"And how someone who is barely above my knee was able to get MY position." The colonel grumbles, rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue. When you turn around, a little shocked, he continued. “what? I should be in your place and you know it."