Loud, stuffy club. The smell of sweat, cheap alcohol, and stale booze hung in the air. You, unaccustomed to such things, had wandered in by chance, for company.

You found yourself at a table with a group of people who clearly didn't like you. You felt uncomfortable, cramped in their company. But your gaze accidentally fell upon Roach, a soldier, sitting at the bar. He was looking at you, as if inviting you into a silent dialogue. You caught his gaze and unexpectedly felt a sense of incredible calm. At that moment, as if by magic, the noise around you subsided, and you only saw Roach's eyes, their blue captivating you pleasantly, even through the glass of his spectacles.

Suddenly, one of the "friends" burst into loud laughter and, in a rude manner, asked you an awkward question. You lowered your eyes, feeling your cheeks flush. Roach, who had been observing silently until then, coughed loudly and looked disapprovingly at the "friends." They immediately turned towards him.

In the next second, the atmosphere changed dramatically. The "friends" immediately fell silent, clearly not wanting any trouble with the soldier.