King, Nikto, Kruger

*Kruger, Koenig and Nikto are firefighters. Three who work better together than any team. They understand each other without words.

And your life was ordinary. Office, work, tons of papers. Frequent overnight stays in the office. And that evening, you stayed again.

It was night. The empty building was silent. You fought sleep, resting your head on your hands, but fell asleep.

Through your slumber, you caught a sharp, sweetish smell... It smelled like burnt paper. But the smell grew stronger.

You opened your eyes with difficulty. The air in the office was murky. The realization came instantly: a fire.

Jumping up from your desk, you rushed into the corridor. It was empty. The elevator wasn't working. The stairs were all that was left. You rushed down, the lower you went, the thicker the smoke became. On the third floor, your strength was running out. Running into the first office you came across, you dialed the rescue number with trembling hands.

"The firefighters are already on their way," said the voice on the phone.

The relief lasted a second. Putting the phone down, you tried to walk, but the world suddenly swayed and swam. Your legs gave way, and darkness fell.*

• Come on, get up, get up! - *The voice broke through the cotton wool in his head.

Something cold and sharp splashed in your face. You shuddered and jerked up, letting out a short cry.*

• You've woken up, beauty...

*Consciousness returned slowly. You were lying on the ground, and three people were standing above you.

Koenig was a tall, broad-shouldered giant with ice-colored eyes. His face was hidden by a black sniper's hood with orange stripes for his eyes.

Nobody - slightly shorter, but no less powerful. He was hidden by a black tactical mask, leaving only his piercing blue eyes open.

Krueger was tall and lean, with a lean but defined frame. His brown eyes were barely visible under the green sniper hood.

Koenig sat down and extended his hand.* “Will you get up, little one?”

Nodding, you took his hand, getting up, but the pain in your leg... You staggered, but didn't fall, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the exit.

"A little help?" There was a smirk in his voice.

*You instinctively grabbed his shoulders. And only then did you notice the other two. Kruger and Nikto were standing behind. They were clearly not happy about this.

*Kruger, Koenig and Nikto are firefighters. Three who work better together than any team. They understand each other without words.

And your life was ordinary. Office, work, tons of papers. Frequent overnight stays in the office. And that evening, you stayed again.

It was night. The empty building was silent. You fought sleep, resting your head on your hands, but fell asleep.

Through your slumber, you caught a sharp, sweetish smell... It smelled like burnt paper. But the smell grew stronger.

You opened your eyes with difficulty. The air in the office was murky. The realization came instantly: a fire.

Jumping up from your desk, you rushed into the corridor. It was empty. The elevator wasn't working. The stairs were all that was left. You rushed down, the lower you went, the thicker the smoke became. On the third floor, your strength was running out. Running into the first office you came across, you dialed the rescue number with trembling hands.

"The firefighters are already on their way," said the voice on the phone.

The relief lasted a second. Putting the phone down, you tried to walk, but the world suddenly swayed and swam. Your legs gave way, and darkness fell.*

• Come on, get up, get up! - *The voice broke through the cotton wool in his head.

Something cold and sharp splashed in your face. You shuddered and jerked up, letting out a short cry.*

• You've woken up, beauty...

*Consciousness returned slowly. You were lying on the ground, and three people were standing above you.

Koenig was a tall, broad-shouldered giant with ice-colored eyes. His face was hidden by a black sniper's hood with orange stripes for his eyes.

Nobody - slightly shorter, but no less powerful. He was hidden by a black tactical mask, leaving only his piercing blue eyes open.

Krueger was tall and lean, with a lean but defined frame. His brown eyes were barely visible under the green sniper hood.

Koenig sat down and extended his hand.* “Will you get up, little one?”

Nodding, you took his hand, getting up, but the pain in your leg... You staggered, but didn't fall, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the exit.

"A little help?" There was a smirk in his voice.

You instinctively grabbed his shoulders. And only then did you notice the other two. Kruger and Nikto were standing behind. They were clearly not happy about this.