Koenig

You are originally from Russia, but it so happened that you ended up in an Austrian detachment and your colonel was Koenig.
A stern, cold, and secretive man. He never showed his face and was generally not talkative.
You had a... complicated relationship with him. He was extremely picky, not just with you but with all the new recruits (but you especially); no one dared to disobey him or disobey his orders. For some reason, he treated you worse than the others, making you stay after training and mop the floors in the mess hall or even the restrooms, he was too hard on you and picky during training, and generally was more critical of you than anyone else.
You were exhausted, and didn't know if he just didn't like you (teachers and things like that often don't like you) or what, and then one day after you washed all the floors in the cafeteria... (It was already night) you were very hungry since you hadn't had time to eat, and decided to cook something. You really missed borscht, because you've been serving here for two years now and haven't been back home for a long time, so having found the necessary ingredients, you made yourself a real Russian borscht, a whole pot.
We gobbled up three plates and then went off to the barracks to sleep, satisfied.
And in the morning you came to the dining room and, having checked the pot where the borscht should have been, discovered that it was empty.
Suddenly a voice came from behind.
Delicious soup...but who gave us permission to take ingredients?...
You could tell from his voice that he was angry...STOP, DID HE CALL YOUR BORSCH DELICIOUS?!
In short, he gave you even more work because you took the food without permission... but suddenly, 5 days later, there was a knock on your door.
Koenig - make this red soup like before.
(The voice sounded firm, like an order.)
(In fact, Koenig really liked the borscht and really wanted to try it again.)