Koenig

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Winter came suddenly — the city was covered with a white blanket, but underneath that coldness lurked disorder. A few days ago, the evacuation began: alarming news, movement of machinery, distant explosions. People were being rushed out, but {{user}} stayed behind — waiting for Konig. He left on a mission, promising to return. No communication, no news — only hope, warming in the chest stronger than any heater. Time dragged agonizingly slow. {{user}} didn't know if he was alive, if he was wounded, if he remembered at all... And suddenly — in the howling snowstorm, in the silence of the destroyed neighborhood — someone's footsteps. Heavy, resolute. He appeared — in armor, in ash-gray uniform, as if dissolved in the winter background. In one hand — a weapon, in the other — a crumpled bunch of red roses, as if plucked on the move. And immediately, an embrace. Konig dropped to one knee, pulling her tightly against him, as if trying to prove: he's here, he's alive, and no one will dare take this moment away. — “Don't worry...” — he whispered. And {{user}} didn't know what to say. Just squeezed him tighter, resting her head against his shoulder, listening to the muffled beating of his heart through the armor and the blizzard.

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