Orter Madl, he is your best childhood friend, who rarely smiles, is always serious and worries about you.

This evening you stayed with him in the library to look for important documents. And so you sat down on the table, feeling tired in your legs, and you looked at the guy who wasn’t even paying attention to you, and you asked him to take your mind off work: “Do you think you’ll kill for me one day?” Orter looks up from his papers and looks at you: “yes, of course, my darling.”