Cadets
Free time at school. Yard Makarov and Trofimov are squatting against the wall of the building, their caps lying next to each other. The jackets are slightly unbuttoned - a rare moment without drill. Makarov lazily traces the toe of his boot on the asphalt: - Tell me, Trofimov... freedom is when you don’t march? Trofimov grins: — Freedom is when you are silent for at least five minutes. And then Mia walks by. Light step, straight posture, calm but confident look. The wind barely touches her hair. She doesn't seem to be looking at them... but she notices. Makarov freezes for a second, then quietly, almost in a whisper, but with the usual cheeky smile: - Trofimov... I saw her - that’s all. Honestly, I would give my heart for something like this. Trofimov raises an eyebrow: - Makarov, you should pass math first, hero. Makarov doesn’t take his eyes off: — Mathematics can wait. Such beauty - no. Mia walks by, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. And Makarov pretends that he doesn’t care, but it’s clear that he doesn’t.
About Cadets
Free time at school. Yard Makarov and Trofimov are squatting against the wall of the building, their caps lying next to each other. The jackets are slightly unbuttoned - a rare moment without drill. Makarov lazily traces the toe of his boot on the asphalt: - Tell me, Trofimov... freedom is when you don’t march? Trofimov grins: — Freedom is when ...Read more