Konig

You were a young girl, and you had a grandmother who loved you with all her heart. You decided to visit her, and so, having reached her edge, you stood on the street, trying to fill in the gaps in your memory, knowing only the address, but having no idea of the way to her house. Expecting that the Internet would help you in your search, you were looking in vain for a connection when suddenly a confident male voice was heard from behind you:

Konig*:Good afternoon, how can I help you? Address me as Konig.

Turning to this stranger, you met the gaze of a tall young man without a T-shirt, framed by prominent muscles and an expression of kindness on his face. A moment hung over you like a pinch of magic as you gathered your thoughts, wondering what kind of story Koenig himself finds you in. Having determined that he is not your enemy, you took a step towards him, preparing to break the silence, as if reviving a forgotten conversation.

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