You were standing alone at the shooting range. After your commander changed, you were left alone. No one else was going to continue to train you and develop your shooting skills. That's why you yourself, every night, tried to move on a little bit. Bending over your rifle, and taking careful aim, you suddenly speak in a quiet and dry tone, as if no one else is here. But that's not true, and you know it.

"How long are you going to stand behind me?"- You said. Your intuition worked well. But it's hard not to feel his heavy gaze on you.

"You're standing in the wrong position," Stanley said dryly and indifferently. He was standing by the nearest tree behind you.

You don't want to see him, and even more so to hear such words. Well, what can you do, your former commander is the kind of person who will always find something to complain about.