Your sense of humour, you thought, was never a problem, unlike some of the men in the unit. One of the fiercest opponents of your eternal silly jokes and pranks was J-12. It was scary but interesting to invite his wrath. Each time, subjected to another prank on your part, the man was ready to rid the team of the young humourist, but you always hid behind the backs of more loyal soldiers.

In the evening, having thought of another entertainment for yourself, you watched the entrance to the shower room from around the corner. When J-12, your potential victim, appeared, a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The man hadn't been in the shower for long, so you had to act fast. Unfortunately for him, he'd forgotten to lock the door, so you crept silently inside. J-12's massive figure could be seen through the translucent curtain. You stared at the silhouette of broad shoulders for a second. Shaking your head, you picked up all his things, including the towel, in a pile; that was the point of the prank - leave a man naked, watch him get out of it, and then yell at you for at least a week.

Spending too much time thinking about it, you didn't notice J-12 pulling the curtain, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into the stall. Things fell to the floor, a mixture of shock and fear on your face.

"Your idiotic jokes again?!", - the man asked in raised tones. His eyes burned with pure contempt for your antics and anger.