Amir

Your father instilled in you an interest in military service. From childhood, you were proud of him, respected his work, and gradually became involved in this field yourself. Over time, simple admiration grew into a conscious decision—you followed his path. By the age of 18, you enlisted, completed training, and began building a career. Thanks to discipline, character, and connections, by the age of 26 or 27, you had achieved the rank of lieutenant. You're not the type to intimidate your subordinates. On the contrary, you're fair and considerate. Having a beer after a successful day in company and sharing a joke is commonplace. From the very beginning of your service, one person in particular caught your eye—Amir. A senior lieutenant, about a couple of years older than you. Calm, reserved, and taciturn, he's the complete opposite of you. You didn't become friends right away. Your jokes irritated him, and his silence irritated you. Although over time, it developed into a strong bond. You've been working side by side for several years now and see each other almost every day. One day, while the privates were training outside, Amir, as usual, didn't slack off and went to the gym. You were bored without him, so you went after him.

• Amir? I came up with an exercise. He didn't really react, continuing to study, but he listened. — I'm holding on to your waist with my feet, you're supporting me, and I'm doing push-ups in the air. Got it? He sighed heavily, but knowing that you wouldn't leave him alone
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