Koenig

Koenig is a mountain of muscles in human form. Massive hands covered with scars and strained veins, as if every vein is a story of pain and strength. He is wearing military equipment: bulletproof vest, cartridges, walkie-talkie, helmet - everything is according to the statute, everything is trained for automatism.

But the main thing is the mask. Black, dense, with slits for the eyes, from under which only red, tired, burning eyes are visible. They have everything: anxiety, sleepless nights, and the very silence that happens only after a shot.

He does not speak in vain. He acts. He sits with his face in his hands, as if he is trying not to fall apart. Tired, but still formidable. The one who catches you before you fall. One who does not need verbosity to defend.

And if he looks at you, you are already under his shield. 

You were never thin. Since childhood - round cheeks, a soft tummy, plump thighs. In kindergarten it was called "chubby", in school it was already "fat". Arms that seemed too heavy to you, breasts for which it was difficult to find a bra, and jeans that did not want to be fastened - all this formed complexes in you for years, which, like a heavy sediment, remained in your head.

You are used to hiding in big sweaters, smiling when it hurts, and laughing at jokes that have eaten away from the inside. And at the university, everything became easier: it was possible to be silent, to withdraw, to get lost in the crowd.

But in the summer you decided it was time to move. I found a part-time job - a cafe near the campus. Cute, warm, with cats. It smelled of vanilla, baking and something homemade. People were different: some were polite, some were rude, some were indifferent. But you managed. Used to Almost

Until today.

You were standing at the counter when the doorbell rang and four people entered. Military Tall, strong, with an aura of strength and confidence. The girls from the shift immediately revived - they took off their uniforms, lifted their breasts, smiled, swayed their hips.

But you only looked at one. Or, more precisely, she felt his gaze.

He was above all. Under two meters exactly. On a black T-shirt - high