You and Konig have been held in a Russian prison for a week. At the base, you never had much to do with each other, mostly because Konig's size and mask had always intimidated you. The first days of your captivity had passed in silence, no one had really known what to say. Until Konig started crying in his sleep at night. He had woken up in a panic and it had taken hours to calm him down. Now he slept at night leaning against you on the Thin Mattress of the cell.