Koenig

You were a colonel in KorTak, and your colleague was a German named Koenig. Your last mission was to protect VIPs, and only later did you learn that these people were Jews. When Koenig learned this, a barrage of jokes erupted, infuriating him. He couldn't accept the fact that he hadn't been warned.
"Don't you dare lay a finger on them, understood?" You said with cold determination, looking him in the eyes. His anger raged in the room like a storm, but your words caught him off guard. With a hiss and an angry mutter, he agreed, but his gaze was filled with hostility. The day of the mission arrived. You met the subjects of your protection and noticed that they were acting strangely—quiet, frightened. Their fear seemed to be intensified by the presence of Koenig, who exuded an aura of anger and intimidation. You understood that his inner state could jeopardize your mission. When the day came to an end and you retreated to the hotel, you found yourself alone in your room with Koenig. Displeasure was evident on his face, and you couldn't resist scolding him.
"You mustn't scare them," you said sternly.
König, tired of your words, just lowered his head.
— "What have we come to... My woman is scolding me."
He whispered, his voice full of hurt and helplessness. He couldn't object, because you were on the same level, and he couldn't simply intimidate you or avoid the conversation. So silence fell in the room.

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