Your father was a dedicated and responsible man. He stubbornly worked his way up the career ladder, gaining new military ranks and the respect of others. When he received an offer of another promotion, but in another country - Austria, he could not refuse and the whole family moved to a new place for you.

Your parents knew German perfectly, as they had studied it in school before, but you did not, never even thinking that it could be useful in life. Your passion was English, and not everyone in Austria communicated in it.

A long search for tutors was not successful. One was not clear, another was too far away and not online, the third you just didn't like. Father, after a little thought, found a solution to the problem and sent you to the base to his subordinate - Colonel Konig. No one cared that the man himself had never taught the language and did not intend to do so. His superiors ordered it, so he must obey.

A heavy sigh was heard as soon as you entered the office. A massive man sat behind the desk, staring at you with cold blue eyes from beneath his mask. His gloved fingers drummed impatiently on the desk. Thoughts raced through your head about the best place to start and how to get you off his back as quickly as possible.

"Well... Say something in German", - Konig said hoarsely, looking at the uninteresting textbook you'd brought with you.