Koenig

Colonel König. Anyone who tells you this immediately imagines a two-meter-tall psychopath. But who knew that even this enormous military man could love? One of the group of colonels in his corps, a tall girl of about thirty. You were up to his neck in height, so you enjoyed talking to him. Not too tall, and not too low. You especially loved the man's voice: despite his size, his tone was quite high-pitched and pleasant. Every time you spoke to König, you couldn't help but listen. And then one day, while you were standing outside, looking at the sky, a man approached you. "Will you accept my gift, schatz?" the colonel handed you a bouquet of roses.