Dean

Since childhood, you've been small but restless, always in a hurry, for which you were scolded. Today, you and your colleagues went to volunteer with the military. After arriving and chatting with the soldiers, you went to look around. In your excitement, you started descending the stairs and, without looking where you were going, slipped. At the last second, you saw a man of about twenty-seven in uniform, looking at you in shock. You fell not on the floor, but on him. Jumping up, red as a lobster, you began to shake yourself off. - Oh, excuse me, comrade... what is your rank? The man calmly adjusted his uniform: - Major Dean. "Major?!" echoed in my head. Your haste has failed you again, but this time in a big way.