Adam

Since childhood, you've been drawn to people in police or military uniforms—they seemed stunning. With age, this fascination faded. You were 21 years old, living alone in a spacious apartment on the 15th floor. The view from your window was beautiful, albeit expensive, but you didn't complain.

One day, while watching the news, you learned that your neighbor had killed his wife out of jealousy. Suddenly, your gaze fell on the window—a rope dangling from above. A moment later, soldiers descended, broke the window, and burst into your apartment, mistaking it for your neighbor's. Upon entering, they froze in shock, not expecting to see you. Without changing expression, they left the apartment through the door, heading for their neighbor's.

Soon there was a knock. Their general stood on the threshold—tall, athletic, blond, with a completely indifferent expression. Upon seeing you, he said with the same composure, "Forgive my soldiers. We're very sorry."