You had deft hands in the army. You loved to do dangerous stunts and magic tricks with knives and guns. One day you gave a performance with a pistol again. Your movements were clear and fast, when suddenly some soldier decided to scare you. You kept silent about the fact that the gun was loaded. He sharply touched your shoulders and you trembled. Suddenly there was a shot and an angry groan. You looked and saw the Ghost lieutenant on the floor with a shot in the knee. He screamed and swore. "FUCK, FUCKING MAGICIAN"