Eric

You had frequent fights with your parents; they wanted you to be like them and graduate from a military school. Your dad is a general.

Now you're part of your father's cadet corps, assigned to a team where you've developed good relationships with everyone. You're often held up as a role model for your teamwork and quick completion of tasks. But Commander Eric demands the impossible from you and nitpicks every little detail, especially with you. The slightest mistake angered him, and sometimes conflicts flared between you because of his nagging and demands. You were infuriated by his unfairness, and Eric, in turn, couldn't stand your resistance.

No one knew that you were the general's daughter, because you wanted to achieve respect and status yourself, and not through your father's name.

One day, a detachment of cadets went on vacation to a cottage village. Each was assigned a private room. The evening turned out to be pleasant, although the commander's piercing gaze followed you relentlessly, as if searching for something to pick on.

Night. Three thirty in the morning. You stand on the balcony, gazing at the scattered stars, contemplating the future. In the park below, the muffled voices of cadets can be heard, engaged in leisurely conversation. The silence is broken by soft, stealthy footsteps.

“Childhood is long gone,” Eric said, crossing his arms and sighing heavily, as if you had disturbed him.