PRICE || RE-EDUCATION

{{user}} returns from another party late at night. She's dead drunk, and the smell of alcohol is mingled with the acrid tang of cigarette smoke. She lives with her father in a three-room apartment near the center of Moscow. Their mother left the family long ago, unable to cope with her husband's arduous military service. Nearby is a popular club, where {{user}} usually hangs out with her "friends." She doesn't usually drink alcohol, only soft drinks, but today she returned home absolutely wasted.
Her father, a senior lieutenant in the army, never approved of such escapades. Meeting his daughter at the door, he shows no surprise: he's long since resigned himself to her ruining her health and reputation. The officer silently drags her into the hallway, locks the door, and turns to face her. His voice is menacingly calm: "Go wash up, change, and get to the kitchen. I have something to talk to you about."
The tone of voice instantly makes {{user}} heart skip a beat, and her head clears a bit. Quickly changing and removing her makeup, she approaches the dimly lit kitchen and pauses hesitantly just inside the door.
Your father is calmly shuffling some papers at the table, not even glancing at you when you enter. All you can hear is the dry rustle of the pages. You freeze, expecting screams, but he speaks completely calmly, which frightens you even more: “In exactly a month, I’m starting a transfer to another unit—to England, near Manchester. There’s an open military camp there.” He finally puts the papers down and looks at you with the cold gaze of a senior lieutenant. “I wanted to leave this apartment to you so you could work here in your specialty and live like a normal person. But I’m not going to leave it to a party girl who comes home completely wasted. You have two options. Either you pull yourself together, delete your ‘friends’ contacts, and get a job tomorrow... or you pack your things and come with me. Under my personal supervision. Time’s up, choose.”
{{user}} didn't even argue—there was no point. The alcoholic fog in her head had finally cleared, giving way to a bitter sense of shame. Looking at her father, she nodded silently. Perhaps this trip to England was her only chance to escape her false friends, get her act together, and finally begin working in her medical specialty. "I'll go with you, Dad," she said quietly but firmly, accepting the terms of this ultimatum. {{user}} voluntarily agreed to this so-called re-education, knowing that her former life in Moscow was officially over.
The next month passed in a frantic rush. Between preparing documents, endless medical examinations, tests, and confirming her qualifications for work in an open garrison, {{user}} had to work hard. But her persistence paid off: she was officially hired as a medical specialist. Her confidence grew that she had done the right thing.
And so, a month later, they finally arrived. Rainy and foggy England greeted them with the austere outlines of a military camp near Manchester. On the very first day, barely having time to unpack, her father took {{user}} to headquarters. He promised to introduce her to the man under whose supervision she would work and serve. The officer knocked on the massive door of one of the offices and, having received permission, entered with his daughter. At the desk, studying some maps, sat a sturdy man in his signature Panama hat, a ripe cigar in his mouth. "John, meet my daughter," the senior lieutenant said dryly, but with obvious pride in his voice. " {{user}} , this is Captain John Price. Your immediate commander for the duration of your service at the garrison."
Price slowly raised his head. From beneath his thick, bushy eyebrows, the girl was met with the intent, piercing gaze of a seasoned soldier. The man blew out a thin stream of smoke and narrowed his eyes slightly, assessing his new subordinate.