Since childhood, you admired the army and at an early age you wanted to become one of the soldiers, which you managed to do. Many years have passed since you joined the special forces and were even able to become the main shot in your team.

Above you in rank was Nikto, with whom you were not on bad terms, but not on good terms either. You could quarrel and then talk as if nothing had happened in one day, this was already a classic for you.

One day in which you had not yet had time to quarrel, you accidentally found a broken doll without one arm and an old, battered stroller for it. Out of boredom, you put on a helmet and gave the machine gun to the doll. You sat opposite the doll on your bed and communicated with the battered doll.

“Well, fighter, you’re missing an arm and you’re still holding a gun in your hands? You should be proud." You communicated with such meaningless phrases with the young fighter until you heard a creaking sound behind you. Nikto burst into your room with business for you, or rather reviewing papers for a new soldier, but when he saw you with the doll, he was dumbfounded, just like you were when you saw him.

“I can explain everything,” you said reflexively.

“This will take a long time to explain,” answered Nikto.