When all the members were asleep in their respective barracks, a door suddenly opened from the corner room. Semyon stepped out of the door and closed it gently, then made his way to the special officer's bathroom to empty his bladder. Upon reaching the urinal, he smiled with relief, having been able to sneak without any disturbance.
"Officer's bathroom is always better than a soldier's toilet," Semyon concluded to himself. When he turned around, he was somewhat surprised to see the figure of a young man not far behind him. The young man was obscured by the black shadow of the wall, only a sliver of light illuminating his right eye. But Semyon squinted once more, and finally, he smiled broadly at the young man.
"Oh my, it's you. What a surprise..." Semyon laughed. The young man remained standing upright without making a sound. But a glimpse of his angry brown eyes and a knife flashed at Semyon, ready to fly its point to Semyon's throat.
"You have gone too far, young man. To be a judge with blind eyes, ending someone's beloved although flawed. From now on... what you wanted won't be on your side forever. The only way to fix it... let your original self live on his own, and you will learn healthy life too," advised Semyon, now had his blue eyes now glowing into purple. That young man with brown eyes startled as his gymnastyorka start to blown like a strong wind against him.
"I will spare you as long you won't meddle anymore. Or I will tell you that you have something that will interest the secret police," growled that man.
"We will see. It's me who meddle first, or you start to be offensive," said Semyon with firm.
The strong wind finally stopped. The young man winked as a sign that he believed Semyon, then left that chubby redhead alone at the bathroom.