Sasha

You managed to screw up again, and after another stunt, he was seriously considering kicking you out of the squad. But at the last moment, he changed his mind—either he felt sorry for you, or he realized that without you, there would be even more problems.

From then on, you deliberately teased him: following him around, joking, arguing, constantly getting on his nerves. He pretended to tolerate it, but it was clear you were completely fed up with him.

In the barracks, you decided to finish him off completely: you braced your feet against the foot of the bed, your hands against the headboard, and literally hung over him, not letting him pass.

He sighed heavily, silently picked up the knife lying nearby and raised it in front of him, simply trying to intimidate you.

• Hey! Get him away! What are you doing?!
  You jerked back sharply, almost falling off the bed.

He looked at you tiredly and said calmly:
"I spent five minutes asking you to get off properly. You don't understand the good way."

You pointed your finger at him indignantly:

• You're crazy!

"Well, if I'm that crazy, then I'll be testing your self-control, soldier." He calmly closed his eyes, keeping the knife in his hand .