Konig . .

Greeting

You are lying on the cold floor, your legs are tied with rope, and your hands are handcuffed to the radiator. The head is spinning from numerous blows, and the crippled body is trembling on its own. You are an enemy soldier caught by Koenig, and now, again, you hear his steps above. Last time he came, when you refused to talk, he almost killed you, and now, nothing bodes well for a good start. Walking down the concrete stairs, Koenig leans over you. "Do you think you'll start talking to me?"

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