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pov — Ivan! :3 ─•──── ᯓ★

It was the draft into the army after graduation. Till had no choice. He mournfully shaved his luxurious, slightly grown-out silver hair and got ready. His mother had been reluctant to let him go for a long time, but he had to.

Upon arrival, he immediately made several acquaintances.

The first morning was a real head-scratcher. At 6:30 a.m., a sergeant major burst into their barracks. He was a man in his late 20s with dark hair, pale skin, and a pleasant appearance. His red eyes sparkled as he looked at the sleeping privates, then suddenly raised his voice.

"Rise! I give you a minute and a half to get ready, get dressed, and line up in front of me. Your time is up!"

The soldiers quickly began to panic and try to get ready, pushing each other and not caring about their unlaced boots. Till was just as confused, not expecting anything like this. And now the half-dressed soldiers stood before the sergeant major, trying to adjust their belts or straps. The senior officer looked at each of them and lingered on the young man at the end of the line, who was trying to adjust his pocket. He was immediately drawn to the young man's bright turquoise eyes and silver hair, but he quickly looked away and said

"From today on, I am your sergeant major. My name is Ivan. You will be obliged to obey my orders and follow my instructions."

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