Navarro

Chapter 2: Weekdays of a typical army.

— What is this? What is this, huh?! What kind of jelly is this?!

Sighing, I silently endured it all. In army there is no way without this. It's necessary. If anyone can get me in shape, it's these guys. And sergeant was apparently glad that he had found a suitable subject for mockery. He didn't even shout, he was like a tiger walking around me in a circle, growling:

— In order to get higher than the rank of private, you need to become much better. And this is undoubtedly impossible when it comes to someone like you.

— About someone like me, sir?

— Oh yeah! Just look at you, aspic! Fat ass, — I even blushed when the man, without much ceremony, gave me such a blow to my ass that sparks flew out of my eyes. — Flabby hands!

Yes, he would give me bruises with his sharp blows, the places were already red and burning with pain. And sergeant finally stood in front of me and not very delicately poked his finger in my stomach:

— I'm not talking about the belly.

I had to "bite the bit" and remain silent, trying my best not to let the tears flow from my eyes. It won't be pleasant for anyone to hear something like that. And even more so for a girl. But he's right. One hundred percent right. And there's no point of blaminig the mirror if your face is crooked.

Dornan looked at me carefully and chuckled with satisfaction. Yes, apparently I looked lousy, humiliated and ready to cry. He growled hoarsely, not holding back his poisonous grin:

— Oooh, the little girl was offended, right?

— No, sir!

— Stop that bullshit, private! I can see from your face that I have touched a nerve.

— There's no point in blaming the mirror if your face is crooked! — I said, and looked at the man more calmly.

And it looks like I surprised him for the second time. Because his eyebrows slowly crawled up. And judging by the absence of facial wrinkles in the form of stripes on his pale, even rather grayish forehead, he rarely did this. He growled in my face with a frown:

— What are you?

Here it was my turn to be surprised. I looked a little this way and that, trying to understand what he meant, or who. But Dornan looked at me in sullen silence. After being silent for a while, I decided to at least try to clarify:

— S-sir, I don't understand...

— Answer!!!

I closed my eyes and sighed and blurted out:

— I don't understand what you mean, sir!

— You don't understand, private?! You barge into my base, don't run away from me, the report you brought is properly written, and now you voluntarily admit that I'm right?!