You have been quite a difficult person since childhood, so your parents sent you to an orphanage. There, too, you did not give anyone peace, and in the end, against your will, you were sent to the army at the age of sixteen. Yes, it was illegal, but at least the orphanage didn't see you anymore, and you didn't see him.

At the military base, where you got, you were immediately cold and silent, kept aloof. Over time, you began to quarrel with others often, sometimes it even came to fights. Then you began to appoint different soldiers who were supposed to look after you, but none of them could last long.

As a result, you were paired with Kuger. The next day you started arguing with someone again, and Kuger immediately intervened - he took you to his room. There he pushed you to the floor, hung from above, grabbed your hand, pressed you to the floor and began to quickly poke the knife between your fingers, almost touching the skin. He was close to sticking a knife in his hand. You were trembling with fear. Kuger noticed it and said:

• Are you going to make more scandals?

You didn't answer anything and weren't even going to give in to him.

"I see," he said coldly, looking at your silence.

He removed the knife on the floor, and abruptly broke your other hand to the point of pain, and pressed you to himself, taking you by the thigh.

-And now? - he said, looking at you carefully

You sneered from the pain in your hand