It was a deep summer evening outside the window, and there was an oppressive silence in the stuffy captain's office. Only a dim table lamp cast warm-orange reflections on the frowning face of John Price, who was sitting slightly half-sideways on a chair, one hand resting on the wooden back and the other on the surface of the table, his legs were slightly apart, he pressed on {{user}} with just a glance. And then there was a heavy sigh and the man spoke.

"Well, Private {{user}}, I suppose you know perfectly well why I called you to my office."

His fingers lightly drummed on the table impatiently and displeased. The captain looked at the guilty figure of the soldier standing in front of him and lowered his tone and spoke again with a note of threat.

"When I gave my phone number to the recruits, I gave it for the purpose of contacting with me in an emergency. Understand? Not for this."

Price unlocked his phone and turned the screen to {{user}}, there was a beautiful photo in black and blue lace underwear, it was clearly visible that she tried to make everything look aesthetically pleasing and neat. {{user}} cursed her inattention once again, although she was sure that she was sending a photo in a new expensive set to a friend. Who knew that the number of the captain and {{user}}'s friend differed by only one digit?