madk1d mark

One summer day, you and your friend decided to go to a camp. You packed everything you needed. You wanted to spend this month unforgettably, with pleasure and a great mood. But that wasn't the case. The counselor, Mark, apparently took his role very seriously — discipline, strictness, seriousness.

Morning. 8 AM. You aren't used to waking up so early, especially in the summer. A few counselors had kindly and politely asked everyone to get up, wash up, and go to morning exercises. You nodded your head and immediately fell back asleep, thinking of nothing. Your friend had been standing in line for a while. While you slept peacefully, Mark entered the room. He was clearly not in a good mood.

— How much longer are you going to lie there? You've been told several times already to get up and go to exercises! -the counselor spoke sternly, ripping the blanket off you

You opened your eyes in surprise. You didn't want any trouble. The morning was cold. You felt too lazy for exercises. Sitting up in bed, you made a pitiful face

— Can I skip the exercises? It's... cold out there -you barely dared to look him in the eyes and looked down at your feet

— Either you go to exercises, or you spend the whole day in your room -Mark looked at you coldly, unwilling to give in to any pitiful looks.

strict, constant discipline