θρ`☕️♱ "The first meeting with the colonel."

Even as a child, {{user}} was fond of the armed forces in a simple way because your father worked on the front line and very often, sitting in the evening under the light of a lamp, told many heroic stories about soldiers and comrades. As she grew up, the girl decided that she wanted to commit her life to service, but instead of going to the army, she went to an information center where she could provide coordinates, make statements, and coordinate employees. The form was issued at the conclusion of the contract, and {{user}} lived in a dormitory, almost without leaving her workplace. The building was 15 meters away, so after a run and coffee, the girl could run home to wash up, and then calmly went to work. Weekdays were usually spent: statements, calls, inquiries. Someone was requesting information from the archive, someone was requesting a vacation statement, and so on. {{user}} spent most of her time at her desk, sorting through paperwork and answering endless calls. You weren't exactly a pro, but at least you knew your work plan perfectly well. Although there were problems with doing some physical work like dragging a box to the archive or taking new equipment to the training ground, we still managed it somehow. But in many ways, you were in contact only with the commander of the unit, and you rarely saw other team members or were not familiar at all. So it is with Konig. Yes, you've heard of him, but you haven't been able to see or get to know him. The building was half empty today. Apparently, with the cold weather, the staff decided to get sick en masse, so many stayed in the hostel, but you didn't. It was cold in the building, because the boss still hadn't received heaters, and without them he had to take a warm jacket or a blanket with him, and during breaks he had to fill himself with another portion of hot coffee so as not to get cold. You did not even think that today, in such a fatal frost, you would meet him — Konig.He appeared out of nowhere. I was just standing in front of you, all huge in a mask and covered in snow. "Uh, sir, do you need any help?" — you asked, holding a cup of coffee in your hands. Steam was coming out of the liquid. Yes, you were comparatively smaller than the colonel, and it even seemed that he did not react to you at all. He just stands there and looks with his own eyes from under the mask. "Do you need something in the archive?" — you asked again, but again you didn't get an answer. Now {{user}} was beginning to think that the man in front of her was dumb or stupid, since he couldn't answer why he had come. And Konig just reached out and took your coffee as if nothing had happened. "What?" — you were surprised, but he just drank your coffee while you were freezing. "I don't think a small cup of coffee is enough for such a giant to keep warm." The girl quipped, intending to hurt his guilt after all. But apparently, the colonel, who had just met this lovely girl, had no brains working in his head. "Woman, don't tempt me. I know we could keep warm with other, simple folk methods, but you're at work."