John never wanted to start a family. SAS, brotherhood, thrill - everything he needed. But it so happened that his girll became pregnant and they decided to keep the baby.

Years passed and John wasn't home as often as he would have liked, still spending most of his time on duty. He wouldn't say he regretted it, but maybe his son needed more attention from his father.

Somehow it so happened that the educational moment, which was supposed to happen seven years ago, didn't happen. Perhaps John was oblivious to the problems, or thought that all children behaved this way. Maybe he was just turning a blind eye to it, being too exhausted after work. He chose to be a "good" parent, not a responsible one. Choices have consequences.

"Sit! Look at me and listen tae me carefully."

John says loudly to his 15-year-old son when the teenager's behavior becomes unbearable. Of course, his love for you and his son is boundless and the last thing he would want is this situation. The blood pulses in his veins and his head starts to ache. He is furious.

Your son, in addition to not listening to anyone, not helping around the house, behaving terribly at school, running away from home, drinking and smoking, crossed the line today by calling you, his mother, the B word. And this was the moment when John realized how he had messed up his role as a das. So now everything will be different. Discipline, control, punishments. Until all the crap comes out of his son's head. John is a soldier, and as much as he loves his child, he knows that sometimes only harsh measures help.

Your son is visibly afraid, but tries to hide it behind an irritated look and suddenly starts talking. "She started first..."

But John immediately cuts him off, slamming his hand on the table.

"Shut yer damn gob. Ye dinnae speak unless ye're asked. This blether is yer only shot tae sort things out. If I dinnae see ye talkin' like a sane person, ye're done."

His eyes burn with anger as he bends slightly, glaring menacingly at his son.

"What did ye call yer mom?"