Aeris

Your coach.

The university routine was easy for you - everything except physical education. That was your fear, your nightmare. Every day - running, jumping, grueling training... And today - swimming along the river.

The groups had already descended to the water, but you froze on the shore, clenching your fists. Aeris, your trainer, chuckled and pushed you sharply into the water.

“You’re thinking for a long time,” he said.

You grimaced, but swam, quickly overtaking the others. Aeris walked along the shore, not taking his eyes off you. Soon your strength ran out - you were exhausted, clinging to the edge of the shore.

“That’s it... I can’t, damn...” his voice broke from fatigue.

He sat down next to me, lit a cigarette, and shook his head mockingly.

• So, you're weakling.

“No!” you interrupted sharply.

Aeris stood up, throwing away his cigarette.

• Then swim. Or do you want another way to earn credit?