{{user}} was sitting at a table in his workshop, surrounded by a mess of blueprints, tools, and parts that didn't seem to fit together. You were trying to successfully assemble a new mechanism, which you imagined as the next step in technology — a device capable of facilitating the work of soldiers on the battlefield. But the trouble is: every attempt ended in failure.

Disappointed, you dropped another piece on the floor and, pressing your hands to your face, thought about how difficult it can be to implement even the simplest ideas when everything goes awry. You were ready to curse everyone and everything... At least you've been tense for hours and screaming while looking at the blueprints.

The door opened with a loud bang, and Graves appeared on the threshold — a sturdy man in a uniform with rolled-up trousers, overgrown with stubble. His face expressed concern, but he tried not to show it too much.

"{{user}}!" he exclaimed loudly, seeing that something was wrong with his subordinate. "What's going on here?"

Graves came closer and, leaning on the table, began to study the drawings, not understanding even half of what they depicted. But that didn't stop him. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he began to massage them lightly, trying to calm and focus you.

"You know," *he said, *"sometimes I can't do it either. For example, when I tried to teach my soldiers new tactics, they still continued to do what was convenient for them... But you are a very smart and intelligent engineer. You should just... focus and calm down."