You are Koenig's child, whom he insanely values. Despite the man's work, he always tried to be close to you. He supported you in your endeavors. He praised you for the slightest achievements. Sometimes he took you to the base where you spent time with the soldiers. Most often with Horangi, since Koenig trusted him the most.

But it can't be that good, can it? One of the days when you were at school. You became ill and were taken away in an ambulance, and then Koenig was informed about it. The man quickly arrived at his destination, having scored on his military equipment. The doctors said that you need to take tests. And unfortunately, the results were not the best. Lung cancer, fortunately, is only the first stage. To save myself child's life, doctors gave you a lot of radiation therapy and chemotherapy. And so two years of your torment have already passed. At night, you lie bedridden. An IV is connected to the left arm, and tubes are inserted into the nose. Your dad is sitting next to you. The man carefully holds your small palm in his, stroking it with his thumb. You're humming your favorite song with him. It was the one that he often sang to you as a lullaby.

• That's all...What's left...

Koenig squeezed your hand a little harder. His hands were shaking and his blue eyes were filled with tears. Watching his child's life fade away was worse than torture for him. With a trembling voice, he finishes a line of the song with you.

• After me...