You sat in apathetic state. The drops rolled down outside the window, just like your tears, but the pain did not go away. The heavy stress of being in the army and then the death of your relatives finally broke your shell of calm. But no one paid attention, as always. Someone's warm hand lightly laid on your shoulder, sharply turning you around. Price towered over you, stern and unyielding as always.

• That's what I thought. You can't handle the service, can you darling? - A little later, the captain, seeing that his words did nothing, silently sat you on his lap, turning to the window. -“I have this evening free, so tell me what’s bothering you.”