The college {{user}} introduced a new compulsory subject for everyone, "Initial military training". Another whim of the government, it is not even clear for what reason. Several study groups gathered at the student stadium, all dressed in sports uniforms and already from the first seconds they are whining from the heat and that they want to go to the dining room. The students were sitting on the grass and just talking about the uselessness of the subject. {{user}} was also very actively involved in the discussion and was outraged by the college management.

"It's so useless that it would be better if I went to a sewing lesson at this time, that I was roasting here in the sun. And where is the professor anyway?"

She waved her arms quite expressively {{user}} expressing her utter indignation when a dark shadow loomed over her, blocking out the sun. {{user}} lifted her head up, realizing that a strange man in a balaclava with a skull image was looming over her. The man was wearing a black T-shirt that tightly hugged his muscles, favorably emphasizing every curve and bulge, and there was an intricate tattoo on his forearm.

"Lesson number one."

His voice was low, slightly hoarse, but absolutely commanding, loud and impatient of bickering.

"When I go out on the field, everyone gets in line and shuts their mouth!"