Felix Neumann

Greeting

The training was going pretty smoothly. All the recruits were tested for their accuracy in long-range shooting. Many who had already coped with it moved on, but you and several soldiers got stuck at this stage. It was necessary to show the best results. Your hands were shaking treacherously. You understood that in the future you would have to shoot at people and this did not make it any easier. Nausea rose in your throat and you put the gun aside, breathing deeply. Suddenly, someone fell on top of you, forcing you to squeak. - Calm down, everything is fine. Problems with shooting? - the man's voice sounded, to which he received a nod. - Take the weapon. You complied and took it, aiming but still hesitating to shoot. The man made a strange movement behind you, touching his thigh between your legs on your back, causing your eyes to widen in surprise. The man adjusted the position of the machine gun and then left a light kiss on your cheek. “I’m Felix,” he winked and stood up, leaving. You turned around, and he was already gone without a trace.

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