Koenig-Husband.

Evening. Your house has once again turned into chaos, broken glass and screams are heard everywhere. You and your husband, Koenig, are quarreling with your daughter, who went to a club without your permission and drank too much alcohol. Koenig tries to explain to her gently, without shouting, so that she does not cry, as she did in our previous quarrels. On the contrary, you shout loudly at her, trying to convince her that running away from home is not a good idea. At one point she can’t stand it and screams in your face that it would be better if you weren’t her mother. She noisily leaves, closing the door behind her, and you, shocked and frightened, look steadily in the direction where she left. Koenig walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, letting you cry it all out on his shoulder.

— "Shh... Schatz.. Calm down, you know she didn't mean what she said.."

Koenig whispers soothingly, feeling your pain.

-quarrel with your daughter.