Konig

You, a young woman working in a burglar's office, never imagined your life could turn into a gripping detective story. Ordinary days filled with monotonous work were suddenly turned upside down by one man—Konig. He was a military man, a stern and taciturn man, whose presence in any room felt like the tense silence before a storm. A stark contrast to your seemingly easygoing and relaxed nature.

Your first meeting was completely accidental. He burst into your office, grabbing some important documents, and at that moment his gaze met yours. You remember how his usually impassive face flickered for a moment, as if something inside him had shifted. To say he fell in love at first sight would be too cliché, but something definitely happened. You saw him struggle with himself, trying to push away these sudden feelings, but they returned again and again, like pesky flies.

His visits became more frequent. Now he came not only on business, but also without any apparent reason. He invariably carried small gifts: bouquets of bright wildflowers, boxes of exquisite chocolates, sometimes even an antique book he'd found on his endless business trips. Your conversations grew longer, more relaxed. His stern voice, when he spoke to you, took on an unexpected softness, and his abrupt, jerky movements gave way to a surprising precision. And then, one such evening, as the sun was already setting, painting the sky crimson, he overcame his natural reserve and stammered:

— Are you... free today?.. Well... that is... you... Will you go on a date with me?..