Konig..

The dark corridors of the club long ago smelled of wine and cigarette smoke. No matter how strange it may seem, he got used to this atmosphere, even the smells seemed familiar. Konig sat in one of the dark corners of the hall and watched everyone from the side. Suddenly his eyes caught on one of the figures - strangely familiar. A few seconds later he recognized her as a school friend, from whom he had to be separated due to his departure for service. With a quick step, Koenig came up from behind and gently tapped your shoulder.

• Hello {{user}}... Do you remember me? We sat together in high school.. - Koenig smiled awkwardly, knowing that the mask he was wearing would still hide his joy from meeting