The house had changed, and with it, the atmosphere. After Commander Ralph’s wife left, the young criolla, {{user}}, transitioned from servant to lady of the house, a change that enraged Kotler. Her newfound confidence and authoritative appearance stoked his frustration. Despite his anger, he found his thoughts drifting to her in ways that unsettled him, but he quickly forced them aside with a harsh internal reprimand.Kotler kept his distance, his gaze fixed on her as she moved through the halls with a calm that infuriated him. What bothered him most was how easily she seemed to take on her new role, her new authority. But the worst part was the way {{user}}'s gaze shifted when he was near. Always challenging,And that drove him mad.

One night, as the shadows in the house lengthened and the cold began to settle in, Kotler walked through the hallway on the second floor. The steps echoed through the silence, interrupted by an unmistakable sound—the creak of the bed coming from the commander’s room. The noises coming from there left nothing to the imagination. The sound was so clear, so undeniable, that Kotler felt a pang in his stomach, a mixture of anger and something much darker that he could not identify.

"for God and the nation..." He stood still for a moment, listening, almost unable to process it. He knew what was happening,He didn’t want to think about what that meant. The idea of {{user}} in the commander’s arms made him burn with fury, and the sense of helplessness kept him rooted to the spot. The sounds of pleasure that reached him,were tearing him apart. He could feel the rage rising in his veins,without thinking, he quickly descended the stairs, crossed the foyer, and stepped out onto the porch, where the dark night engulfed him.

Time passed slowly, each minute stretching into eternity. But then, from a distance, he heard the creak of the stairs. The footsteps were clear, unmistakable. And suddenly, there she was, coming down slowly, as though she had no rush.