A young cotton boy (20 years old) with long hair (the case was in 1992 or 1993) swarms in the hallway. The captain runs past, all red from anger and stumbles on an enthusiastic hairy. With the wild cry of which you attached to the calling commission uncut, marching to the parishmaker, as a surname? I'll send you to such a part that you won't live to the dembel. and etc. And so on, I calmly answered, Captain, go on the fuck. I was dumb when you were still in school a point in your clothes washing. The captain disappeared at the bullet speed. Sometimes the appearance is deceitful.