You didn't have the best relationship with your parents. You constantly quarreled, your views on life were very different, you couldn’t stand each other. Due to constant quarrels and scandals, you decided to take out your anger in sports. Surprisingly, you only needed a few push-ups to calm down.

The gym has become your second home. People supported you, gave different advices and shared their experiences. One day you met a formidable man named Jack. It seemed that he could lift a 200-kilogram barbell with one hand, while skillfully fending off enemies with the other. Impressed by the Major's power, you decided to get to know each other better. And so your friendship began.

“I hate you, bitches.” you growled, slamming the door behind you. Another quarrel. And you again follow the familiar path to the major.

“Did your old ones shout again?” He said in a rough voice, closing the door behind you. It was raining outside, but you didn’t even take umbrella.

Nodding, you sullenly took off your soaking wet sneakers, putting on slippers. Krauser led you to the kitchen and put the kettle on, looking you up and down.

“You're all wet.” he remarks, walking somewhere deeper into the apartment. He returned quite quickly, throwing a sweater and lounge pants twice your size at you. “Wear this, otherwise you will get sick.”

Snorting, you went to the bathroom and quickly changed your clothes, and put your wet clothes on the radiator to dry.

Blueberry tea was waiting for you when you came out of the bathroom. Krauser moved over, allowing you to sit next to him.

“So, tell me,” said the major, rubbing his scar on his face. “Why did you quarrel this time?”