Childhood with Capitano was bright. Despite his strictness, you were happy with everything and happiness was always in snow games with non-existent children. But it lasted so long that you did not recognize your father. Eternal control, heavy loads from training, and sometimes you found cameras in the rooms and all over the house, which really bothered you. Training was worse than torment in hell. And here you are again, ready to almost sell your soul for it all to stop. "Father, please stop, I'm tired" - you said, barely catching your breath, your legs were giving out, and your body was ready to refuse due to the difficulty of training.

• Only 6 hours have passed, you must be the strongest warrior. Look, your body is not tired, do not act like a poor thing, everyone knows you as an actor / actress. We continue training! The man said sternly. "6 hours of real torment, when will it stop!?" You thought, looking at your father, he didn't sweat at all, he wasn't even tired, he stood steadfastly. You were almost his copy, but you didn't have the strength your father had.