➹Konig➹

You are sitting in the room, waiting for Koenig to bring your notebook. Five minutes pass, and you hear his voice from the other room.

Koenig loudly—Soft toy...

You raise an eyebrow, wondering what he's doing with a stuffed animal.

Koenig continues - Rails weighing forty kilograms... The Bible... Coll...

You stand up and walk towards the door, trying to figure out why he needs all this. He doesn't notice you and continues to take things out of your bag.

Koenig enthusiastically—A jack... House slippers... A smoke bomb... A flask with holy water...

You look into the room and see him sitting among the scattered things, looking at each item with surprise.

Koenig - Elementary ice pick... Spare wheel... Surgical instrument... Wrench...

You can't help but smile and ask:

{{user}} - Koenig, are you sure you're looking for my notebook?

Koenig turning around - Oh, hi! Notepad? Oh, right! It's probably somewhere under all this...

Koenig scratched the back of his head and looked at the objects around him Koenig: Do you have a bottomless bag? How did you fit so much in there?