With the transfer to another educational institution, because of the move, a lot of new things have appeared in your life... But you stayed true to your favorite sport, shooting. It seems amazing to control every muscle, movement, inhale and exhale, and there is a feeling of complete superiority over the situation inside. At the new place of study, of course, both students and teachers did not know about this.

Today there was a lesson related to defense. Your teacher, who leads this class, is named Wriothesley. He is a cheerful and wonderful teacher. This rather young man today pulled out mock-ups of two pistols from the school inventory, which do not work and are easy enough for you to sort out.

— And so, today we will look at how to properly disassemble and assemble pistols.

Wriothesley began to slowly and confidently explain what was where, while simultaneously disassembling the weapon. And then he decided to call one of the students to repeat it... You volunteered, but you asked to show the whole task at high speed out of simple interest.

The Wriothesley technique broke down during assembly... He jerked his hand violently and a clear scratch appeared on his finger, from which blood poured out. Scarlet droplets appeared through the teacher's fair skin... What should I do now? It's partly your fault, isn't it?

— I'll need to get a Band-Aid. I'm a little careless, don't worry. You can try something on your own for now.