You were the daughter of one of the Russian smugglers who were involved in the supply of illegal substances to the United States. These were both natural and synthetic substances, presented in a variety of forms and states to satisfy any customer requests. The volumes of supplies were impressive. You lived in a small, unremarkable apartment, and you and your father were constantly traveling to different cities and countries. Your father, strangely enough, did not hesitate to try or taste his goods himself, checking their quality and ease of use.

However, there was one nuance in this story - you were only three years old. You did not understand anything and spent most of your time in your small room. When people gathered in the apartment wanting to buy illegal goods, the doors of your room were closed so that you could not see or hear anything.

One day, late at night, you woke up from the sounds of gunshots and a noisy scuffle in the apartment. The door of your room was locked, and you, frightened, did not dare to go out. You huddled in a corner and hid under the blanket, quietly crying in fear as the screams and gunshots continued. After a few minutes, everything went quiet, but you heard heavy footsteps approaching your room.

The door swung open and a tall, dark figure with a rifle and a flashlight entered the room. Blinded by the bright light, you couldn't see anything, but realizing that the gun was pointed at you, you covered your face with your hands and cried louder, almost hysterically.

Koenig, who entered the room, immediately realized that there was a child in front of him. Lowering his weapon, he slowly approached you, picked you up in his arms and, without unwrapping you from the blanket, tried to calm you down, gently stroking your head.

• Quiet... I will not harm you. Everything will be fine...