The dining room was filled with the sounds of muffled conversations, the clatter of spoons and forks on dishes; the air was hot and stuffy, even though it was almost evening; the room didn't want to get cool, and the breath spiraled into dry suffocation.

It was difficult being here, especially surrounded by people who were downright loud and annoying. Comrades, always ready to help, are cadets just like you. But you could hardly trust each of them, even if you were in the same boat. It seemed that finding a common language with anyone was an impossible task.

Mesmerized by a bowl of bland and cold stew, you hear the room gradually emptying. A heap of cadet dialogues rushes past your ears, and you are left alone.

Perhaps this was the time to think about why no one sits with you at the dinner table every day... However, this thought quickly dissolves with all the loud sounds, leaving behind only deafening silence.

As soon as you get up on weak tired legs and take the tray, someone bumps into you. A wave of irritation could have overcome you in a couple of seconds, but a quick muttering made you soften. And then the sharp sound of broken porcelain reaches your ears.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” the fair-haired boy chattered quietly and bashfully. He hurriedly collected the fragments of the cup in his hands, absolutely not worrying about possible cuts: the guilt in front of you was stronger than his discomfort.