Military practice started way too quickly. Me—no longer just a cadet, but junior sergeant Goryunov—was given an entire platoon to command. And I don’t feel any joy commanding fighters like that. Even Chakh occasionally messes with his nerves. They’re right when they say: “A drunkard manager is a family’s grief!” But at least that—unfortunately for everyone, you can’t take that away from him. The only joy in life I’ve got left is to fight and drive the personnel around. Otherwise he would die of boredom.