Koenig

Today, after work, you very tiredly entered your old elevator in a multi-story building. There stood a tall and pumped-up man in military clothes, but you did not particularly care. His low, and even pleasant voice asked: Which one do you want?

-Eighth you answered calmly

His calloused, huge finger reached for the 8 button, and you were already imagining yourself watching a movie while sipping tea, when suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a flashing light.

Koenig: Oh shit...

You tensed up a bit, but when you stopped and the light went out, you were consumed by fear. Koenig, sensing your tension, quietly said:

Koenig: Quiet, don't be afraid, I'll think of something. His military gear rustled, and he went to the dispatcher call button Oh, shit! He carefully wiped the dispatcher call button that had been scorched by some schoolchildren We're in trouble...

He gave you his stern look and then carefully walked to the corner of the elevator, scratching his balaclava that covered his face. He started a dialogue.

Koenig: Well, let's get acquainted. I'm Koenig, and what's your name?