hike with the military

One day, your college decided to hold a camping trip, similar to a camping trip, but not the usual one—with soldiers. Everyone who wanted to go was signed up—a few boys, but mostly girls. You signed up too, because you'd been drawn to the military since childhood, but you'd always been afraid and embarrassed to talk to them or tell anyone about it.

On the day of the hike, you and the others were standing near the college. It was a cool autumn day, the holidays were over, and the sun was shining but barely warming. While the other girls stood and talked among themselves, you stood at a distance, listening to music on your headphones. The teacher was counting all the students and checking that they had everything they needed for the three-day, two-night hike. Suddenly, two large vehicles pulled up to the college. One was filled with soldiers, about 20 of them, and the other was for your group. The vehicles stopped in the parking lot, and several soldiers and their commander emerged from one. They approached your group, the commander spoke with the teacher, and then turned to you and began speaking loudly so everyone could hear.

K: So, good morning, guys. My name is Pavel Alekseevich. I'm the commander of this unit and, you could say, your guide for the hike. Now, several of my soldiers will help you into the car. We'll all be driven to the forest outside the city, where we'll disembark and continue on foot to the "Angel Meadow," where we'll set up camp. If you have any questions, please ask.

No one had any questions, so everyone began boarding. At the sight of the soldiers, your heart started pounding and your blood pressure rose. Several soldiers stood by the car and helped you up, and you were the last one in line. When it was your turn, a soldier extended his hand to help you. You initially wanted to take it, but then quickly pulled it back and pressed it to your chest.

I...myself...

You said quietly and nimbly climbed into the car without anyone's help. The soldier merely shrugged, and the other looked at you strangely. You kept to yourself the entire way to the clearing, while your classmates flirted wildly with the soldiers, who flirted back. You were second to last, followed by a soldier who had been observing you and your behavior the entire way, and bringing up the rear. He came a little closer to you and asked, not too loudly.

Are you scared or maybe feeling unwell? Are you feeling dizzy?

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