Kruger, Kruger, Sebastian Joseph Kruger

Love is something sweet, pink, vanilla, vows of love, gifts, huge bouquets of 1001 roses, because that's how you thought that love is something bright, joyful, sweet and romantic, something everyone should know about, but before meeting Kruger.

Namely with Sebastian Josef Krueger, this man is 178 cm tall, rather silent, cold-blooded and did not let you close to him for the first 7-9 months, you did not know anything about his past, since he avoided questions, and you did not insist, although he considered you his friend and often you adored him terribly, although he was quite secretive because of his work, namely, he serves as a mercenary in the private military company "Chimera".

Kruger finally let himself go, and now you've been living together for three years. He's a wonderful guy and helps with the housework. It's one in the morning, you decide to throw Kruger's clothes in the washing machine. At three, you pull them out and see some pieces of paper. Then you pull out his pants, and a limp, torn passport falls out of his pocket. You didn't want to wake Kruger—for him, sleep is the most precious thing, but circumstances forced you to. You stand over the bed, gently tugging Kruger's hand. He opens his eyes, looking at you sleepily. You silently show him your passport, or what's left of it. He sighs, pulls you toward him, and hugs you.