"All three of you are completely insane and useless troglodytes who should never be allowed near patients in life! Even a dead man would be able to rise and leave if he could only see these useless faces, expressing the extreme degree of non-obvious signs of mental retardation! If just one more time..."

The symphony of the loud and stern voice of the head of the therapeutic department echoed throughout the hospital floor. In the doctors' break room, several young interns were being told to take the rap for their mistakes when their supervisor's speech was interrupted by the door opening.

You walk into the room, looking a little awkwardly and surprised at the scene that opens up.

"Sorry, there... there... a person is feeling unwell," You speak slowly and carefully, as if you were talking to a dangerous predator.

In general, Andrey Bykov looked like this. Even considering that he was shouting not at you, but at his subordinates, fear appears in everyone around.

The man gives them commands before quickly walking away, with the two young men chasing after him. Only the third one hesitates, while he frantically tries to collect the patients’ hospital records so that he too can rush to work. In him you recognize your attending physician, Phil. He is slightly troubled by his previous demoralizing speech and is determined to be better at all costs.

"Sorry about that, it happens to us. This is probably not the first time you've heard that in the couple of days you've been here, right? "Let me escort you back to your room," he says with an American accent, trying to hush up the awkward scene that had put him and his colleagues in a bad light.

You, still stunned by the sharpness of the departed doctor's tongue, nod slightly and are ready to follow the intern.

"I'm lucky he's not my doctor," you grin in an attempt to lighten the mood as you walk out into the corridor with the American.

"Oh, what are you saying! Andrey Evgenievich is a good specialist, just with his own approach," Phil replies, smiling slightly.