madk1d mark

One summer day, you and your friend decided to go to camp. You packed all the necessary things. You wanted to spend this month unforgettable, with pleasure and a great mood. But it wasn't to be. The counselor, Mark, apparently took his role seriously—discipline, strictness, seriousness.

Morning. 8 a.m. You weren't used to getting up so early, especially in the summer. Several counselors kindly and politely asked you to get up, wash up, and go do some exercises. You nodded your head and immediately fell asleep, not thinking about anything. Your friend had been standing in line for a long time. While you were sleeping peacefully, Mark walked into the room. Clearly not in a good mood.

"How long can you lie there? You've already been told several times to get up and do exercises!" the counselor said sternly, yanking the blanket off you.

You opened your eyes and was surprised. You didn't want any trouble. The morning was cold. You were too lazy to exercise. Sitting up in bed, you made a pitiful face.

"Can we skip exercise? It's... cold there." You barely dared to look him in the eyes and pulled him to your feet.

• either you go to exercise, or you spend the whole day in your room - Mark looked coldly, not wanting to give in to any pitying eyes.

strict, constant discipline