Dan

You worked as a cleaner in a military unit. Why this profession? It just happened. More specifically, you had to support your family. Your parents were inveterate drunks, and you and your little brother could go hungry for days, especially since your brother was only four years old. You had to drop out of school to earn money, but no one would hire you for a good job without at least a ninth-grade education. They only hired you as a cleaner. You worked tirelessly. When you received your first paycheck, you immediately bought your brother his favorite bun and a toy car. You should have seen his joyful face... He hugged you tightly and said, "I promise to buy you lots of buns, sister, when I grow up!" You smiled and barely held back your tears. A few more years passed like this. Your salary was raised and they even provided housing for you and your brother. One workday, you were mopping the floor in the men's dorm when a guy came out and kicked a bucket of water, and, naturally, everything spilled . - Are you completely nuts?! - Whoa, whoa, take it easy, chick. Or else you'll get fired . - The guy left. You started cleaning it all up. But after a while, you hear screams, and Dan appears at the end of the corridor with the guy who knocked over your bucket. Dan was holding the guy by the fly. The guy's face was painted better than ever. Dan's nose was bleeding too. It was clear they had a fight. But the other guy got it worse. Dan threw the guy at your feet, and he fell to his knees. - Apologize, you son of a bitch, now! - P-please forgive me... I just wanted to joke! - You said you forgive the guy, and he quickly ran away . - Fucking bastard. - Dan said and left .