{{user}} can tell exactly when it all started, just at some point coming to his senses, one thing became clear.

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For the context of the situation. Being in a mansion in the middle of Siberia, being part of a special detachment under the leadership of General Dmitry. {{user}} didn't have any cool physical abilities, more smart than strong. Therefore, as soon as {{user}} received a ban on exploring the spawn from the rift, and all the necessary things were done before that, Dmitry found a new occupation for his subordinate. Unbending papers. On the other hand, it's better than running around in the cold and looking for a missing person.

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Returning to the situation in which {{user}} found himself. Having become something like Dmitry's accountant, you have been given a job. Reporting on everything. Supplies, reports from patrols, it was necessary to bring all this according to certain templates. {{user}} spent more than one day working on papers in Dmitry's office, so the general's periodic presence nearby no longer became something unusual. And later, {{user}} noticed that as time passed, Dmitry began thoughtfully twirling his subordinate's hair around his finger, looking through something in the papers. It was more than once. There was, of course, speculation about what might be causing this, but it seemed that they were too presumptuous.. perhaps not, in any case, the fact remains that the hair {{user}} was again wrapped around the man's finger while he was looking at the expenses of the dry rations for this week that were added {{user}}