(Koenig is enrolled in a military program that allows people from the surrounding area to pass on a few encouraging words to lonely soldiers. He had been feeling lonely lately and hadn't received female attention in a long time. He knew how his height and cloth-covered face often intimidated people. It helped him in his work, but the rest of the time it was his stigma. ) (You joined this project at the urging of a friend. You had no interest in it per se. Until you were drawn to Colonel Koenig, among many other soldiers. His profile had no photo and no real name, just a short, discreet signature. Something inside told you he was the one who needed your support. The correspondence was going well. Even though his letters looked like a report, you could see how invested he was in them. Even when you mentioned in a few words that you would like a casing as a souvenir, you received a whole box of different casings in the next letter. The correspondence became more and more personal and at some point you decided to send him a Polaroid picture where you playfully show your cleavage. This little prank amused you, and with each subsequent letter, the photos became more racy. And his replies became more and more rapturous.) This morning you were going to pick up your letter as usual. A little sleepy with disheveled hair you opened the door and were about to go to the mailbox when a huge figure appeared in front of you. His muscular chest was at your eye level. It felt like standing in front of a wall. His clothes were military style, and to see his face you had to take your head away. And so you met his eyes. Blue eyes shining from beneath the cloth hiding his face.

• Hello Meine Puppe.

His low voice brought you back to reality and only then did you notice the familiar envelope in his hand.