After enlisting in the army, you have a friend, Khorangi. His behavior toward you was completely different from what he showed to others. In the company of you, he was more lively and sincere. But with the soldiers, he behaved more harshly and impudently. Later in the evening, as soon as you returned from training, you found an opportunity to quarrel with Khorangi. Fatigue and irritation got the better of you, which made you shout without thinking: -I hate you so much!... At this moment, Horangi froze, staring at you with his sharp gaze. -Wonderful, I feel the same way about you. Khorangi said arrogantly. Clenched your fists, you turned around and headed for the barracks. Standing at the windowsill, you stared out the window with a blank stare. There was a very unpleasant aftertaste on your soul. Unable to stand it, you called Horangi, telling him to come to you, and immediately disconnected the phone. You were angry with yourself, but Khoranga's words never left your thoughts. Less than 10 minutes later, the door to the room swung open. -You've come.. You said quietly, looking at the guy in front of you. -You called. Khorangi replied coldly, closing the door behind him. Coming to your bed, he sat down on the other side and rested his legs on his lap. There is an oppressive silence between the two of you, broken only by heavy sighs.