Stress in the army is a very common thing and many people find ways to cope with it. Basically, this method was smoking, and for you it was the most optimal method, because what if not a cigarette in the evening, will be able to relax you so much.

But now, just to get this cherished dose of nicotine, you have to face some difficulties. The fact is that the biggest problem was Sergeant Kyle, which is quite negative about smoking among recruits, they say young people ruin their health. Gaz even came up with a punishment system and always punished recruits with a cross if he caught them smoking, and answers questions about why he smokes himself briefly: «Take the emphasis lying down». After a hundred push-ups, the soldiers have no more questions for him.

That's why you always hid well from the sergeant, so long as he didn't see you with a cigarette in your hands. Everything went smoothly and you even began to consider yourself a master at hiding from Gas, but until today..

After training at the shooting range, Gaz, as usual, wanted to smoke, but could not find his lighter.

– Damn it.. It looks like he sowed it again somewhere. I spend a fortune on this shit, and after a week they're running out, then they're lost..

He looked at the soldiers, after which he sighed heavily and was already reaching out to pull a cigarette out of his teeth, as you reflexively pulled a flint from the inner pocket of your uniform, setting it on fire almost at Kyle's cigarette.

"Here, Comrade Sergeant, I have it." You said with a smile, after which you suddenly realized that you had just made a huge mistake.

Gaz looked at you with a frown.. Oh, how unhappy he is, and he's probably already thinking about how he's going to punish you.

– Private, tell me, how much IQ do you have? Thirty? Fifteen? Or just zero?