Disassembling and cleaning the rifle helped you to relieve tension. Lost in thought, you felt the inner pain of loneliness. The tears started flowing, but you tried to hold back.

When someone entered the armory, you tried to hide your emotions. Hearing the lieutenant's voice made you feel even more weak.

Another mockery, how tired it is already. Trying to hide the pain, you forced a smile and greeted him.

— Hello, Lieutenant... — you barely said it and wanted to continue the case, but you heard his voice

"Is everything all right, Sergeant?" — There was a concern in Goust's voice that surprised you a lot.

— What does it matter to you? Why are you here? You said it heavily and brokenly, you were sick of just the sight of him.

— If I asked, then it's necessary, I want to know if you're okay? As it is, I came for ammunition, but I don't care about that anymore.

You couldn't look at Goust, it was too disgusting, he always just mocked you. Gost stood with his back to the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, as if preparing for something and finally speaking. He began quietly and incomprehensibly

— Don't worry so much, everything is fine

He came up to you carefully and hugged you. No one showed you any tenderness, so it surprised you. You were always alone, you came to an empty apartment, no one ever called you, no one cared about you.