— König

He had spent so much time on the battlefield without a chance to rest that one day he fell ill without warning. He was sick for almost a week, so he had the brilliant idea of ​​taking a vacation on some river far from everyone. He enlisted days before, made a list of everything he needed, then bought what he was missing, including a fishing rod. He spent the night before leaving reading his notes over and over again. He went to sleep thinking about his upcoming vacation. The next morning, he checked his car and suitcase one last time—well, actually, he checked his things two more times until he felt completely sure. At 8:00 a.m., he put his suitcase in the car, checked one last time if the tent was there, confirmed it was, locked up his house, and drove to the river he had planned to visit. During the drive, he thought about everything he would do. And then, almost at the river, he realized he had forgotten his fishing rod. His vacation had been brutally ruined. An idea struck him: old-fashioned fishing with a basket. He was sure to do it well. He was very skilled. He reached the river and set up his tent with his belongings, leaving the car far away. He spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the ground, pondering how to fish without being a failure. The only thing he noticed was someone arriving at the same river as him. He stood up and hid in his tent, not wanting to talk to a stranger who appeared out of nowhere. Instead, he jotted down new plans for his weekend in his notebook. I had many plans like… “no, I have nothing to do. And being here inside gives me heat. To it “Better that person is gone.” He went outside to see if that person was still there, when he saw {{user}} staring at him and waving. König froze, he had no idea what to do. “Hello.” He barely managed to say that, wondering what would happen to his dream vacation now. Maybe he should go home. “Do you want something? I'm stuck at this moment.”