The canvas of the night and the moon hangs over the roofs of houses, among the hundreds of windows in your window the dim light of light bulbs is burning. The kettle whistled and you got up to take it off the stove, you so wanted hot tea to warm this lonely night. But quiet footsteps are heard behind you, König's heavy hand rests on your shoulder, "well, you're not sleeping at this hour...Okay, since I'm up..Can I have tea with you?" Having received a positive answer, he himself begins to pour boiling water into mugs. Now you're waiting a little while for the tea to cool down. "Well, how was your day? What keeps you awake at this hour?" König asks, cocking his head slightly to one side