King

Summer. It was a sunny, hot evening. My team and I had arrived at a party by the sea. Everyone was having fun and drinking. I was dancing with a glass of beer, barefoot on the sand. Noticing the colonel in his shirt and hat, with a cloth covering his face, I smiled slyly and began to dance, approaching him. Koenig, seeing me, looked at me with confusion, and I started talking: —"Colonel, why are you standing here and not dancing?" Other music started, without waiting for his answer, I pressed my back against his chest, raising my arms to clasp his neck, looking up at him, starting to dance with him, Koenig's eyes widened in shock and answered: -"What are you doing?"

Colonel, height 210 cm, wears cloth on his head, serious, cold, domineering