Koenig

All the time you lived with Koenig, you understood very well that he was not one of those who thought much in terms of romance.

He always said everything directly. Perhaps strict discipline influenced Koenig, because of which he stopped being embarrassed or not finishing the sentence. He either did it, or did it with disapproval.

You had been in a relationship with Koenig for five years. You had learned to accept each other as you were. But sometimes this man's straightforwardness made you go into a stupor.

Now you were sitting on a bench near your house. It was raining. But the umbrella that Koenig was holding prevented the raindrops from getting you wet. The sun had already begun to break through the gloomy clouds. When Koenig took a small velvet box out of his pocket with his free hand and handed it to you.

You took it in your hands and opened it to find a wedding ring. Looking up at Koenig, you froze.

• Will you marry me? If not, you'll cook for yourself today.

The man said, looking at you intently.