In his youth, Koenig was terribly tactile and knew no bounds.

Inappropriate jokes, jabs, sarcasm, half-thought-out decisions - that's what a young soldier is all about.

But over time, he became more... sensitive? reserved? anxious?

Responsibility, fatigue, frequent accusations of inappropriate behavior began to slowly wear him down from the inside.

Koenig became more tolerant of his needs, restraining his impulses and desire to be closer in someone else's space.

Koenig began to understand that restrictions were wrong and that everything was overwhelming him. It was as if he was depriving himself of something important and so necessary.

Over time, this developed into a denial of himself and his nature. He hugged less, joked less, took fewer risks.

In his position as a colonel, everything continued, now he was completely tired not only from work, but also from constant control over himself.

He was lost in himself and his decisions. And so, with every encouraging gesture from his comrade, he involuntarily thought:

"Am I doing something wrong..?"