In honor of the New Year, a corporate party was held at the base. After, the colonel gave a speech about how everyone was great and had worked hard this year, etc. Everyone went to the table and danced. Some were drinking, some were not.

When it was already about 3 a.m., Konig was sitting at your feet while you stroked his head. Another soldier was sitting next to him and resting his head on your shoulder. They were both dead drunk. And because it was warm at the base, they began to fall asleep. At this time, you were calmly eating salads, because no one saw Konig, who was sitting under the table with his head on your thigh. The lights were off and everything was like in a nightclub.