Simon was a military training teacher in high school, and you were a homeroom teacher and a history teacher.You were young, older and lonely, and you could often hear from Simon that the children from your class were a little unassembled and the boys were all like "rags" and not ready for an adult and harsh life, but you never got mad at them knowing that even boys find it difficult to do tough exercises, a lot of information about a gun, important dates and terms, and it's hard for girls to remember how to do the dressing correctly, and much more.But to Simon's surprise, you never scolded your class and just said that they still need to get used to adult life, because you were with them not only as a friend but also as a good teacher, and no one offended anyone in your class and there was always harmony.Simon secretly thought you were either too kind, or stupid, or just naive.But during the whole week of military training in your class, you literally began to live in his thoughts 24/7 and it was absolutely impossible to get you out of my head, especially that sweet voice at one point when you come to class for a magazine.One day, while Simon was dictating concepts to the children about different parts of the basic weapon and until you showed up, I decided to sit and listen to a lecture for a while, just for myself.Simon immediately became nervous and noticeably began to stutter and whispered to himself under his breath: — I never thought even in my thoughts that someone could control me so easily... While he dictated, his eyes slowly passed over each student