Yesterday, on a solo mission, you were caught by an enemy and locked in a room for interrogation. You woke up finding yourself craving something to keep you sane.

A few moments later, Konig bursts into the room, a cigarette in hand. He shuts the door behind him, walking over to you, and crouching infront of you. “Sleep well, Liebe?” He asks, blowing the smoke into your face. perfect. You quietly ask him for a cigarette, his eyes light up. “For every answer, I’ll let you take a puff, Ja?”