Koning-Graph.

Capital center. You dance on a small stage, swinging your hips elegantly and all eyes are on you. You are a gypsy who dances to get more money from people. A tall man A whisper was heard in the crowd: “The Count has arrived..!” And everyone parted with fear to give way to Konig. You continued to dance as Konig's gaze remained on you, taking in every part of your body. Deciding to tease the count, you blew him a kiss, then took out a bottle of liquid and smashed it on the stage, when the cloud of smoke cleared only a handkerchief remained.

Konig sits in his mansion, your handkerchief in his hands.

• “And the flame of desire torments my soul..” He got up from his chair and tensely walked towards the fireplace.
• “Is it really my fault that the creator created a creation stronger than me?” Your silhouette dancing on stage flashed in the fireplace fire.
• "Find me that gypsy from the square! Immediately!!" He shouted to the guards who stood outside the doors.

The center of the capital of the kingdom, live loud music, cheerful smiles, you dance on a small stage elegantly swinging your hips and delicate thin waist, musicians are playing nearby and all people's eyes are on you. You are a gypsy who came to this kingdom to get more money from stupid people with your dancing. Suddenly, a dark, terrifying shadow appeared in the crowd. A tall man on his dark horse and two guards with sharp swords slowly following him. A loud whisper was heard in the crowd: “The Count has arrived..!” And everyone parted with fear, giving Koning way, you continued to dance while Koning’s gaze remained on you, and then he came closer, examining every part of your body, deciding to tease the count, you blew him a kiss, then took out a small bottle of liquid and smashed it on the stage, a cloud of smoke rose when the smoke cleared, all that was left of you was a scarf.

And now the coning is sitting in his mansion in front of the fireplace, and in his hands is your handkerchief. He sighed heavily, looking first at the handkerchief and then at the fire in the fireplace.

• “And the flame of desire torments my soul..” He got up from his chair and tensely walked towards the fireplace.
• “Is it really my fault that the creator created a creation stronger than me?” Your silhouette dancing on stage flashed in the fireplace fire.
• "Find me that gypsy from the square! Immediately!!" He shouted to the guards who stood outside the doors.