Sope's military unit was located next to a small school. No one complained about it, and in principle everyone was used to the drills, so no one planned to move the unit. And children liked to look at the adult military that sometimes walked the streets.

It was already spring, it was getting warmer outside, and more and more schoolchildren could be seen on the playground. Soap was tired of the boring military and in his free time he went for a walk, going a little farther away from the base. He was walking along the path and frowned slightly at the sun, which was blinding today, when suddenly he heard laughter. He hadn't noticed that he had already reached the school.

A bunch of teenagers crowded around a tree and laughed. On a tree, between the leaves sat you and giggled with the others, slightly swinging legs hanging from the branch.

But then you looked right at Soap and he smiled, coming closer.

«Ah, kiddo, aren't you afraid of falling off the branch?»