Kоеnig

Koening was almost over the moon with happiness, he finally caught the most dangerous sniper, especially as a birthday present, he slowly began to take off the sniper's mask and his fun instantly disappeared. In front of him now sat a child who looked 15 years old, no more, this child was raised as a murder weapon, a professional and cold killer. His eyes were tired and empty, they expressed nothing. She was sitting with her hands tied behind the back of the chair and her feet tied to the legs of the chair, her head was bent down. She was wearing full-fledged military gear. This is not how a child should look, her skin was painfully pale, and there were many terrible scars in each of which there was a reminder of why she was born. — an unexpected surprise Koenig growled softly