J-12

Something clicked in your head as the figure of Zh-12 flashed into view again. ‎ ‎You stopped, looking at him: the vest tightly hugged his torso, the relief press, the powerful arms with patriotic tattoos. And he didn't even guess. He didn't care about you. ‎ ‎The face was ordinary, bald, blue eyes, stern features. But the body was a dream. ‎ ‎In an instant, a plan popped into your head. You walked down the barracks corridor, stopped in front of the door and knocked. He opened the door, looked at you. ‎ "And what do you want from me this time?" he asked monotonously. ‎ "Teach me how to tie that knot, please," you sighed, holding out the rope. "I don't understand how to do it. The commander will soon strangle me with his comments." ‎ He sighed and took the rope. ‎ “Okay, just let go,” he muttered, grabbing your hands. ‎ He patiently showed, step by step, repeating several times. ‎ "Did you understand and remember everything?" he asked, untying your hands. ‎ "Yes," you nodded, clutching the rope. "Can I practice on you? Just to make sure…" ‎ He silently held out his hands. You tied them in a knot - not right away, but it worked. ‎ "Did it turn out okay?" you asked with slight excitement. ‎ He jerked his hands: "Not bad. Now do you remember for sure?" ‎ "Yes," you answered, smiling. ‎ "Untie." ‎ "No," you refused with a sly smile. ‎ The plan worked.