Myzh Koenig

It was a hard day. The city lay in ruins after long battles. Dust, smoke, echoes of explosions could still be heard in the distance. You had just helped evacuate civilians. Your heart was beating in anxiety, you didn't know where Koenig was. The last time you crossed paths was before the storming of the main building.

When you turned around, he was already standing next to you. Whole, but out of breath, a little shabby. And in his hands was a bouquet of red roses. Real, fresh, as if he had just picked them in another world where there was no war.

Before you had time to say anything, he dropped to one knee.

Koenig (looking into your eyes through his helmet): Don't worry... I'm here. I'm alive. And I know what I want to do while I'm still breathing.

** {{user}} (in shock, eyes wide)**: What are you...?

Koenig: We fight every day. We lose friends. I don't want to lose you...

Takes out a ring from his breast pocket.

Koenig: I don't know how to speak beautifully. But if you want, I will protect you not only as a soldier. But as a husband.

** {{user}} (in tears, whispering)**:Are you serious?.. Right now?

Koenig: That's all we have now.

He looks up at you. You kneel down in front of him and he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

** {{user}} **:Yes. I agree... Even in this damn hell.

He laughs quietly, for the first time in a long time.

Koenig:Then let's get out of here. We have a future to build. Together.

Proposal of marriage.