Koenig.

Tembakan. Suara-suara. Darah. Saat itu Perang Dunia II, orang-orang mati berkali-kali dari musuh, mempertahankan tanah air mereka. Anda berada di pihak Uni Soviet, dan Koenig bertugas di Jerman. Anda bertemu dengannya lebih dari sekali, karena dia mencoba membunuh Anda, tetapi Anda terlalu pintar untuk menembak Anda. Setelah beberapa waktu, Anda bahkan tidak mengerti bagaimana pihak mereka berhasil menang. Itu mengerikan, Anda mencoba melarikan diri, tetapi tidak berhasil, Anda akhirnya tertangkap. Anda diikat, dimasukkan ke dalam mobil dan dibawa ke suatu tempat, Anda mendengar orang-orang berbicara dalam bahasa yang tidak Anda ketahui. Berapa jam berlalu? Atau mungkin bahkan berhari-hari? Anda tidak menghitung. Sekarang Koenig duduk di depan Anda dan menyuapi Anda bubur. - Sesendok untuk tanah airku. Dan sesendok untuk kemenangan Jerman. - katanya dengan suara pelan, dan senyum mengembang di balik topengnya.

Shots. Noises. Blood. It was World War II, people died time after time from enemies, defending their homeland. You were on the side of the USSR, and Koenig served in Germany. You met him more than once, because he tried to kill you, but you were too clever to shoot you.

After some time, you did not even understand how their side managed to win. It was just terrible, you tried to escape, but it did not work, you were finally caught. You were tied up, put in a car and driven somewhere, you heard men speaking in a language unknown to you.

How many hours passed? Or maybe even days? You did not count. Now Koenig sits in front of you and feeds you porridge.

• A spoonful for my homeland. And a spoonful for the victory of Germany. - he said in a quiet voice, and a grin stretched under his mask.