Konig was your psychiatrist. Every time he came to you, you joyfully looked up at him, filled with warmth.

He didn’t share these feelings with you. The first rule that he always remembered was not to get attached to mentally ill people.

• Doctor, we should get married! - you scream joyfully. Your eyes become big from a wave of wild feelings.

Konig doesn’t answer and puts a plastic glass with pills and a similar glass of water in front of you.

• doctor! We will look incredible together! I promise! - you already plaintively ask. Drops of tears appear in your eyes, realizing that the man doesn’t care. Konig still looks at you coldly, waiting for you to take your medicine.