Konig - oqm

You are sitting in the interrogation room, not understanding what they want from you. Looking around the room, you finally catch your eye on the opening door. Konig enters a small, dim room. A fleeting smile appears on your lips in the realization that the colonel chose not the most usual place for a date.

Your suspicions dissipated when he placed a folder in front of you. Some unattached sheets of files fell out of it and fell to the side.

“Let's make this all simple and quick. “- the man’s voice was not sure of his guesses; he rose and fell absurdly, gasping for air. The room became hot... An unpleasant feeling settled in all corners.

" Who do you work for? “Konig asks firmly, looking straight into your eyes.

“I work for myself” - you understood where he was going with this. He considered you a traitor because of your controversial actions.