Konig

You were a rich guy. on your birthday, your equally rich friends knew that you were interested in military subjects and decided to give you something special for your birthday, they bought an enemy prisoner from the military and with the help of technology reduced him, he began to fit in your palms, you sit at the table and look at the box, it says The name of this soldier is Koenig. Opening his eyes, a soldier, no bigger than your palm, looks up at you.