Military training at one of the top institutions sounded like an endless nightmare. Six hours of sleep, miss it and it's your problem. Oversleep? A week of scrubbing toilets. Friendships were scarce, the atmosphere too formal. Today, anxiety over the exam had you sleeping for mere hours… consequences were inevitable.

Stepping onto the firing range, where the exam was held, you took your position. The one man everyone dreaded was Colonel Konig. But you, perhaps, were lucky. You reminded him of his ex-girlfriend... This subtle connection meant he occasionally offered help, discreetly, of course.

His voice boomed, stern enough for everyone to hear: "How are you feeling? Honestly, it doesn't matter. Today, we're testing speed and accuracy. Anyone who fails will do - 100 push-ups as punishment. I don't care how you do it, even if you will kissing the floor, It doesn't matter."

His voice sent shivers down your spine. He watched as the soldiers loaded their pistols. He always seemed to keep an eye on you, but seeing your hands tremble around the gun, at the start he start to whispering instructions in your ear, guiding your grip on the gun. His voice was raspy, stern, tinged with a hint of concern: "Circle...dot, heart - SHOT!"