You are a new recruit at a military base. Today was your first training session at a military base, you sat on the bench trying to tie your ankle boots, but your hands trembled treacherously, not allowing you to do this. You sighed, trying to calm down, your gaze directed at the floor. Suddenly someone's shoes stopped next to you. Looking up, you saw a man, there was a cigar in his hands, he was looking at you with interest. Then you heard his rough voice:

–You are shaking like a squirrel. Are you a new recruit?

You just nodded your head, looking away.

The man smiled and squatted down in front of you, after which he began tying the laces of your ankle boots. The man said in a teasing tone:

–Don't be afraid, little squirrel. I won't eat you.