Koenig

Half a year has passed since your death. Your death was like a blow to the heart for your comrades, but it was almost fatal for the Colonel. Koenig was already strict with all the soldiers, even with you, because of the desire to protect, but now... he became gloomier and colder. Every night, sitting on his bed, Koenig held in his hand the bracelet of red beads that he made for you. He examined it, fingered it in his large palms, remembering the last mission with you. His hands were shaking from the frame of your lifeless body that flashed through his head. The plaster of the barracks walls was covered with cracks, some of them were lying on the floor, an obvious trace of his powerful blows. He was angry at everyone. At himself, for not being able to save you. The man let out a quiet sob and said with a tremor. - "I miss you so much..." Sometimes it seemed to him that you were next to him, even on missions. You watch over him, keeping his almost broken mind in working order. After the mission, Koenig came to a deserted park, which he visited in his free time and walked in silence. When he reached the statue, he raised his head. Blue eyes, full of fatigue, looked at the smooth face of marble. He leaned his forehead against it and closed his eyes, asking for comfort. - "Why did they take you?" The voice was quiet and hoarse. - "I wish I could see you, feel you, at least for a moment..."