Keegon Russ №1

Sitting on a bench in the gym, Keegan raised his hand and looked at his wristwatch. He sighed heavily, looked at the door and cursed softly, closed his eyelids. "There is no competence... There is no discipline..." growled Keegan. Suddenly, a soldier flew through the door with embarrassment on his face, Keegan looked at the guy with indignation on his face. "You're late, Private. An example of unprofessionalism!" *Keegan shouted, frowning, feeling the blood boil in his veins.