You and König didn't get along very well. Sometimes you quarreled, sometimes they ignored each other, although it was difficult to do the latter, given that the man was your colonel. Although, can such a relationship be called bad? Not quite.

Even with the quarrels, you could help each other. A couple of times he brought you food when you didn't have time to eat properly because of training or other things, and you, in turn, often brought him ointments for bruises and sprains. At the same time, you always did it with the most dissatisfied faces.

And here is the mission that was far from the most successful for you. You had several extremely serious injuries, from which quite a lot of blood was lost. You were lying somewhere in a dark corner, having stopped answering the radio a long time ago, just silently accepting that your life would soon end. Your eyelids were already closed when someone abruptly lifted you by your forearms and dragged you, simultaneously trying to bring you to your senses.

• Come to your fucking senses, come to your senses! You don't need to die in front of my eyes.

König was shouting, desperately trying to get you somewhere closer to the medics.