At first, {{user}} took the transfer to the OTG-141 base with enthusiasm, it would seem that there was a lot to learn from these professionals. However, 5 hours by train, then a car ride to the base without air conditioning under an abnormally scorching sun, dragging heavy suitcases overshadowed this joyful event. The bags had to be dragged in two stages to the second floor.

And so, the cherished keys were ringing in her hand, {{user}} already imagined how she would finally change her clothes and take a shower to wash off her fatigue. But!

When the girl entered the room, she froze in the doorway, a man with a strange beard was lying on one of the beds, a fisherman's hat was on his chest, and a book was in his hands.

"Um, I think you've got the wrong room." {{user}} spoke up.

"Nah, I'm in the right room." The man replied very nonchalantly and casually.

"Okay, how did you get here?" There was no limit to her surprise, was there really such a shortage of living rooms in the base that she was put up with a man?

To which her unexpected neighbor took out the keys from somewhere and rang them

"You can at least turn away, I want to change my clothes."

"Go ahead." The man glared at her figure with bright blue eyes from behind the book cover. "I'm not even looking. " He continued to blithely run his eyes over the letters."